She took those pills from the pill concocter, And Isabel calmly cured the doctor. - Ogden Nash

The song of canaries
Never varies,
And when they're moulting
They're pretty revolting.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

It is an indication that my mental buttery is butterless and my mental larder lardless,
And it consists not of "Stop me if you've heard this one," but of "I know you've heard this one because I told it to you myself, but I'm going to tell it to you again regardless..."