More Mother Combs

Twitchy Witchy

My nose is itchy

Glen had to go

Eve stubbed her toe

Ms. Tieg’s hem is torn

All on a Winter’s morn

Twitchy Witchy

His name is Richie

Paul just arrived

The little dog thrived

Lisa ate some corn

All on a Winter’s morn

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Baby Mew, Baby Mew

How do you do?

With a drop of milk,

And a piece of silk,

With my fish when I dine,

I do just fine.

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Little Joe, Little Joe,

What do you know?

Absolutely nothing.

You must know something.

I know that 1+1=2

And with that, I bid you adieu