Maybe you’d like to meet Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Umbrella Stand Jasper Wednesday (pops mouth twice) Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (whinnying) Arthur Norman Michael (blows squeaker) Featherstone Smith (whistle) Northcott Edwards Harris (fires pistol, then ‘whoop’) Mason (chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff) Frampton Jones Fruitbat Gilbert (sings) ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the’ (three shots) Williams If I Could Walk That Way Jenkin (squeaker) Tiger-drawers Pratt Thompson (sings) ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ Darcy Carter (horn) Pussycat (sings) ‘Don’t Sleep In The Subway’ Barton Mainwaring (hoot, ‘whoop’) Smith?
Would it surprise you if I said I would not like to meet him?
Would I be the second person who wouldn’t like to meet him?
Does anyone really “meet” anyone in this crazy, mixed-up, work-a-day world?
Why isn’t it a work-a-night world?
Did you know, for a lot of people on the night shift, it is?
I used to work graveyard shift, so wouldn’t it be a work-a-graveyard-shift world?
Does anybody really want to work a graveyard shift?
Don’t gravediggers always work a graveyard shift?
Don’t they need daylight to see well?
Wouldn’t that make them well-diggers?
Do well-diggers dig well or do gravediggers dig gravely?
How much ground could a groundhog grind, if a groundhog could grind ground?
How much butter could a Butterball ball, if a Butterball could ball butter?
What if it’s not butter, it’s Parkay?
Do you really think I’m *that *inventive?
Haven’t you heard “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature!”?
Why don’t you post some cigarette commercials while you’re at it?
Why? Has it been too long since you’ve seen one?
Would you walk a mile for a Camel?