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The French Calypso |
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| French, lovely French, With French there is no stench French is smashing - our pride and joy, Our French teacher's a lovely boy I wish they'd shoot that ding-dong bell, Then we'd go on with French that we love so well. |
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| 1. | When our French teacher comes into the room, He brings in joy and dispels all gloom, But then one phrase our peace disturbs, "Yes, you can pass French on your verbs." |
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| 2. | And sometimes, when we've done our verbs Another phrase our peace disturbs, For if someone we read of does miscontrue, He says, "Never let that be said of you." |
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| 3. | So we do our best not to miscontrue, But very often we really do, And you'll never guess what comes out then, "They did it last year and they'll do it again." |
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| 4. | And so goes on our tale of joy Do we like French ? - sure it's really coy, We live on happily ever after Thanks to Froliques Francaises and lots of laughter. |
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Beware of Witches |
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| 1. | Now the phantom strikes again, Now the fires gleam as before, You beware of someone knocking, Knocking, knocking at your door. |
| 2. | Weird noises, little laughs You be careful, you beware, You beware of someone knocking, Lest you have a dreadful scare. |
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D. Slater, 1G. |
| Lady to newsagent: "Have you any fly papers." Newsagent to Lady :"Don't know lady. What sort of papers do your flies read ?" Wife to husband : "Quick, John, our Jack's swallowed the bottle of ink." Husband to wife : "Here you are then, borrow this ball-pen." Teacher to pupil: "I hope I didn't see you cheating Peter !" Peter : "I hope so as well." |
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