Now students make sure you can read your own handwriting Mary said loudly just before she woke up.

And what were you lecturing on, asked Emile the cat.

I think it was Cassandra.she cried

I never knew Cassandra was interested in maths, Emile told her.

I don’t mean Cassandra Smith

Well who do you mean,?

That is the mystery of life

THE mystery Is there only one?

That’s the other mystery

I threw lilies for the priest to tread

He carried Jesus so the teacher said

Things aren’t what they seem the Father said

I love you but there is no place for bed

I know a gypsy boy is better bred

Close to that green nature we are glad

The flowers do not fret about their dress

Nor do they have sins which they confess

The smile lit up her face, the blackness shrank

For this lightning we give many thanks

Her eyes were like green amber damp with rain

They glowed so much it gave my head a pain.

Her nose was short but did its job with ease

Every hour it gave out a big sneeze.

Her ears were pink with love though somewhat bent

Lord have mercy,she is feeling faint

Lie her down by me and I will pray .

I know the words but what do we my words say?

What a gentleman was doctor Brown

He was admired all over our town

He loved cats and dogs

Morecambe Bay in a fog

And he never put anyone down

When did you visit NZ ?

About 4 fears ago

How did it go?

Fearfully well.

How was the sport?

The jeers were so so

And the penalties?

Just cheers of some sort