Says the pail to the milk, “You look awfully pale.”
Says the milk to the pail, “If you’d gone through what I have, you’d be
pale, too!”
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Our idea of nothing is a bung hole without a barrel.
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Mamma’s in heaven,
Papa’s in jail,
Sister’s on Broadway,
Earning papa’s bail.
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