If I should lose and you should find, return to me for it is mine.
I powder, and my brother ball, am hero like to conquer all. (Variation on Mazo Kid's rhyme)
You put your left foot in, you take your left foot out, you put your left foot in and you shake it all about . . .
She took the corner, 90 per, they hauled away, what had been her.
What a wonderful bird the frog are!
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly;
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got almost.
For a fowler:
More powder, less led, up close, wide spread.
Less powder, more lead, shoots far, kills dead.