“There was an old man who said "How Shall I flee from this horrible cow? I will sit on this stile and continue to smile Which may soften the heart of that cow."”

“There was an old man who said "How Shall I flee from this horrible cow? I will sit on this stile and continue to smile Which may soften the heart of that cow."”

“In high school, we barely brushed against Ogden Nash, Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, or any of the other so-unserious writers who delight everyone they touch. This was, after all, a very expensive and important school. Instead, I was force-fed a few of Shakespeare's Greatest Hits, although the English needed translation, the broad comedy and wrenching drama were lost, and none of the magnificently dirty jokes were ever explained. (Incidentally, Romeo and Juliet, fully appreciated, might be banned in some U.S. states.) This was the Concordance again, and little more. So we'd read all the lines aloud, resign ourselves to a ponderous struggle, and soon give up the plot completely.”

“They dined on mince, and slices of quinceWhich they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon.”

“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.”