I’ve got six pockets Four legs. And Sixteen balls that like to get smacked.

I am a quarter of a feeling, but four fifths of irony. I'm a part of your breakfast, just not the darjeeling, when it doubt, suss me out, with equine polarity.

Do you know what it's called when an old person calls you? No? Don't worry; it'll come to you.

my favorite word starts with an F and ends in U C K

Mars, Antarctica, Mount Everest, or your Great Aunt May who offers turnips and unsweetened lemonade when you visit.