I have a little whistle and it makes me very happy
I like to tweedle on it ‘though I think my tunes are crappy
But I don’t mind so very much, I know that I’ll get better
My cat will leave the closet and the neighbor’s Irish Setter
Will cease to howling when I play it, birds will sing along
The hares will be enraptured and the creatures they will throng
And dance and leap about me as I play them somethin’ bitchin’
Pied piper-like, and one by one, I’ll lead them to my kitchen
Yum-yum rum-a-dum yum-yum.
I’m a little teapot, short and stout.
Here is my handle. Here is my spout.
When I’m boiling over, hear me shout,
“Back off, sucka. I gotta Glock 17 and I know how to use it.”
djm
my wife!
My condolences. 
djm
Willy found some dynamite
couldn’t understand it quite
Curiosity seldom pays
It rained Willy seven days