Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.