Every year, on the second of Feb. The groundhog pops up his wee head If his shadow he sees To his burrow he flees For six weeks, he'll go back to his bed.
The man had a tough choice to make Which of the birds should he take? Both turkeys looked good But he thought that he should Take the jenny instead of the jake. (A jenny is a young female turkey. A jake is a young male turkey.)
There once was a turkey named Dobler His buddies all called him "The Gobbler" But he was not able To stay off the table And he lay beside the peach cobbler.
When the guilt of sin does seize us, We should turn to our brother, Jesus, His death on the cross, Was truly a loss, But the miracle on Easter - it frees us.
"Here is the pick of the flock," Said the poulter to the girl in the frock "It's OK," said she, "If you flirt with me, But please be polite and don't gawk."
There was a young witch named Kelly She wanted to make something smelly An old sock and a toad And a skunk off the road In a pie, gave an ache to my belly.
There once was a fellow named Crane With a fear of ghosts in his brain. The man with no head Filled him with dread But was that poor Ichabod slain? Or rather, did Crane in his fright Turn tail, run, and take flight? One never knows How that story goes Was Crane out of mind, out of sight?
There was a young witch named Kelly She wanted to make something smelly An old sock and a toad And a skunk off the road In a pie, gave an ache to my belly.
We heard some clitter-clattering When the rain was pitter-pattering We looked and discovered A skeleton uncovered And its bones were chitter-chattering.
A vampire is a very suave creature Was the lesson Vlad tried to teach her "He leaves his coffin Just every so often," Said Vlad as he leapt up to reach her.
We're sitting here tweeting and friending, So let's just stop all the pretending, The freedoms we use, Are easy to lose, So honor those who've died defending.
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'Tis sure we'll be wearing the green, When the calendar says March seventeen, We'll be happy when in us, Are pints of black Guinness, Try some, you'll know what we mean.
'Tis sure I'll be wearing the green, When the calendar says March seventeen, I'll drink a few Harp, 'Til my wits become sharp, Just try some, you'll know what I mean.
'Tis sure I'll be wearing the green, When the calendar says March seventeen, To help me to think, It Smithwick's I drink, Just try some, you'll know what I mean.
That Patrick, he is a great one, His staff, it's surely a straight one, He drives out the snakes, While good Christians he makes, Of Ireland, he is the patron.
Lincoln was Illinois' greatest resident That was proved by his time as president - Kept the country together Despite stormy weather To do the right thing - never hesitant.
If you don't want to spend your night cry'n Remember your sweet Valentyin' Please don't be stupid Just listen to Cupid A small gift with nice flowers should do fyin'
If he acts like a nasty old grinch, And the sight of him makes you flinch, Treat him with kindness, Perhaps you will mind less, Though his heart grows not even an inch.
I hope that your Christmas is merry, And your jolly St. Nick is hairy, But remember the reason, for this joyous season, Is Jesus, and Joseph, and Mary.
There once was an elf named Molly She braided her hair with holly She helped Santa make toys For good girls & boys Her favorite - an old fashioned dolly.