Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum: it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other. Within the compass of five generations we find the Puritan first an uncompromising believer in demonology and magic, and then a scoffer at everything involving the play of fancy.
I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throatWhen I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote!
He could whip his weight in wildcats.
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!
It always was the biggest fish I caught that got away.
When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"
Oh, you who've been a-fishing will indorse me gets away!
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nightInto a sea of dew.
The little toy dog is covered with dust,Kissed them and put them there.
The gingham dog and the calico cat There was going to be a terrible spat.
The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"With bits of gingham and calico.
Next morning, where the two had sat Now what do you really think of that!
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!