The pigeon
    just a smidgeon
      of his food
        would he give away,
          and then, only
            begrudgingly,
              for his mood
                would not permit
                   a larger giveaway,
                     lest its hollow hideaway
                       it'd have to quit,
                         for a cove
somewhere way up high within the regions of Love.

"Johnny Crow,
With eyes all a-glow,
Where'd you go
When I needed you mo'?"

"I went o'er a hill
To neck with Jill
And I'd be there still
If 'twer'n't for Bill."

"Well, then, off you go,
Johnny Crow,
For I don't need you anymo',
And that's so!"

I makes it a point of buyin'
  My bacon
  In Macon
And nowheres else, no lyin'.

The porkers there
  Gotst a taste
  That doesn't waste
My time square.

I gotst to travels a good way --
  That's true --
  But, you'd, too!
For that flavor pay.

Besides, the folks
  Up there in them those parts
  Have real gentle hearts
That knows hows to coax!

Yessirreebob!  I makes it a point of buyin'
  My bacon
  In Macon
And nowheres else, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o lyin'!

Little Storping in the Swuff
Of murders and murders could ne'er
       get enough;
   Its appetite for homicide was so
       great
   That it e'en made jealous the father
       of Hate; --
When along came Mrs. Peel, and her
       friend, Paul,
Who thought Little Storping in the
       Swuff would be a friend to all;
   But little did he know, nor Mrs. Peel,
   That Little Storping in the Swuff was
       a gravedigger's weal!

Richmond in Sixty five we
     resourcefully fled,
And Petersburg, too, where so many
     bled,
And to the west Lee our great army
     led.
For the mountains of Virginia the aim
     was kindled,
But advancing Union troops our end
     still signaled,
Till, at Appomattox, to Grant
Lee gave in, and in that instant,
Our fine army was summarily sent
To the Pages of History, where we
     dutifully went.

The bee from the gardenia bush
Got mixed up about whether to push
Or pull the entrance door to the hive,
And some other bees, maybe four,
   maybe five,
Were quite visibly bothered by it;
So she decided to fly by it,
Come around after they'd entered
And try again unfettered
By bees in the waiting.
This she did, and, by and by,
   contemplating
Whether to the entrance door of the
   hive push
Or pull, the bee from the gardenia
   bush
Just gave up patience and smashed
Thru the portal and away her pollen
   stashed.