The mole is blind, and under ground,
Snug as a nest her home is found;
She dwells secure,nor dreams of sight
What need of eyes where all is night!

The eagle proudly soars on high,
Bright as the sunbeams is his eye
To lofty rocks he wings his way,
And sits amid the blaze of day.

The mole needs not the eagles eye,
Unless she had his wings to fly
The light of the day no joy would give,
If under ground she still must live.

And sad 't would for the eagle be,
If like the mole,he could not see,
Unless you took his wings away,
And shut him from the hope of day

But both live happy in their way
One loves the night and one the day
And god formed each,and formed their sphere,
A d thus his goodness doth appear

Henrietta snetter knit a sweater in the night,
In a nutty, neat, and novel sort of way,
For she knit it from a sheep
That she counted in her sleep,
And she wore it when she rose to greet the day

The neighbors are not fond of me,
I've little doubt of that,
For when I near their door,I see
They hide the WELCOME mat.

The cuckoo in our clock
Was wedded to an octopus,
She laid a single wooden egg,
And hatched a cuckoocloctopus.

I'd never dine on dinosaurs,
They can't be good to eat,
For all they got are lots of bones,
And not a bit of meat.

Something silky, scarily there,
Ghostly and diaphanous,
Stole our socks and underwear,
And had a ghastly laugh on us.

Miraculous Mortimer ( master magician)
Has sawn his assistant in two.
He can't recall how to reverse her condition
Has anyone here any glue?