I once had a whim and I had to obey it To buy a French Horn in a second-hand shop; I polished it up and I started to play it In spite of the neighbours
I was taking compass bearings for the Ordinance Survey On an army training camp on Salisbury plain, I had packed up my theodolite, was calling it a
Consider the Chameleon, he colours himself and his opinions by the company he's in. In Belfast, he's an Orangeman, the shade is quite ephemeral, Directly
She was young, she was pure, She was new, she was nice, She was fair, she was sweet seventeen. He was old, he was vile, And no stranger to vice, He was
A year ago, last Thursday I was strolling in the zoo when I met a man who though he knew the lot. He was laying down the law about the habits of Baboons
A elephant's life is tedious, laborious and slow I've been an elephant all me life so I blooming well ought to know. He never forgets a name or face
Oh nobody loves the Rhinoceros much If you ask the reason why, They will tell you because of his scaly touch Or his hard and glittering eye; But should
On the morning after her bridal night The lady sea horse bolts Leaving her sea horse groom to hatch Sea fillies and sea colts. While her husband
A bold Hippopotamus was standing one day On the banks of the cool Shalimar He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay By the light of the evening
A Bradypus, or Sloth, am I, I live a life of ease Contented not to do or die, But idle as I please I have three toes on either foot, Or half a doz
I have fought a Grizzly Bear, Tracked a Cobra to its lair, Killed a Crocodile who dared to cross my path, But the thing I really dread When I've
If you hear a loud 'whoosh' In the African bush And an animal comes to the fore, Who is basically pig But more hairy and big You will know you have
The Jungle was giving a party A post hibernation ball The Ballroom was crowded with waltzing Gazelles, Gorillas and Zebras and all. But who is that
The bottle-nosed whale is a furlong long and likewise wise But headstrong strong And he sings this very lugubrious song As he sails through the great
'Twas on a Monday morning The Gas-Man came to call; The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all. He tore out all the skirting boards
Peek-a-Boo, I can't see you, Everything must be grand. Boo-ka-Pee, they can't see me, As long as I've got me head in the sand. Peek-a-Boo, it may
