A Kiss Is A Course

I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December A Magical Thing And Sweet To Remember. 'we Are Nearer To Spring Than We Were In September,' I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December.

The Elf And The Dormouse Under A Toadstool Crept A Wee Elf, Out Of The Rain To Shelter Himself. Under The Toadstool, Sound Asleep, Sat A Big Dormouse All In A Heap. Trembled The Wee Elf, Frightened And Yet Fearing To Fly Away Lest He Get Wet. To The Next Shelter-maybe A Mile! Sudden The Wee Elf Smiled A Wee Smile. Tugged Till The Toadstool Toppled In Two. Holding It Over Him, Gaily He Flew. Soon He Was Safe Home, Dry As Could Be. Soon Woke The Dormouse-"good Gracious Me!" "where Is My Toadstool?" Loud He Lamented. -and That's How Umbrellas First Were Invented.

The Irish Gave The Bagpipes To The Scotts As A Joke, But The Scotts Haven't Seen The Joke Yet.

To Babble Is To Make A Feminine Noise Somewhat Resembling The Sound Of A Brook, But With Less Meaning.

A Kiss Is A Course Of Procedure Cunningly Devised, For The Mutual Stopage Of Speech At A Moment When Words Are Superfluous.