‘My hair is like spun gold’ she sighed.
‘Come touch it, stroke it, hold it.’
‘My stars! It really is,’ he cried,
And hacked it off and sold it.
– by John Brain
I saw a mouse set cheese traps
One morning after tea.
A fly read the flypaper
And though it seemed strange to me,
A cat burglar was stealing dogs
And right across the street
A lollipop man was being licked
From his head down to his feet.
– by Mike Harding
‘What are you doing now, my pretty maid?’
‘I’m going to sneeze, kind sir,’ she said.
‘You ain’t gonna sneeze at me, are you?’
‘Yes, I’m going to sneeze,’ she said, ‘AT-CHEW!’
– by William Cole
If every gnu in London zoo
You’d have to say, ‘That’s the end of the gnus –
– And now it’s time for the weather.’
– by Rod Hull
Down near the jungle
From whence we get our zoos,
Cub reporters are a-hunting
– by Julie Holder