Sunday, January 29, 2006

Thinking...



How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? and How many peppers did Peter Piper pick? Did Susie really sell seashells down by the seashore? Just wondering because inquiring minds want to know.

Updated to add:

Forrest and I found this tongue twister this morning, and laughed, and laughed and laughed. Of course, we were tired, and silly, but still.....

Pheasant Plucker
I am not a pheasant plucker,
But a pheasant plucker's son.
I am only plucking pheasants
'Til the pheasant plucker comes.

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