Many are my names in many countries,
Mithrandir among the Elves,
Tharkûn to the Dwarves;
Olórin I was in my youth in the West
that is forgotten,
In the south Incánus,
in the North Gandalf;
to the East I go not.
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Going to war without the French is like going duck hunting without your accordian.
by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
When supper time is almost come,
But not quite here, I cannot wait,
And so I take my china mug
And go down by the milking gate.
The cow is always eating shucks
And spilling off the little silk.