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  There was a small boy of Quebec,   Who was buried in snow to his neck;     When they said. "Are you friz?"     He replied, "Yes, I is    But we don't call this cold in Quebec." RUDYARD KIPLING      There was a young lady of Niger   Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger;     They came back from the ride     With the lady inside,   And the smile on the face of the Tiger.   There was a young maid who said, "Why   Can't I look in my ear with my eye?     If I give my mind to it,     I'm sure I can do it    You never can tell till you try." ANONYMOUS