Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by his toe, If he hollers, let him go, Ask for cornflakes, with light snow

Like a writing-desk I soar. How? We’ll find out nevermore.

I'm a vile secret, behind your pursed lips, One you hope, never slips, You try to hold me in, yet out I sneak, Silent but deadly, at times I may squeak, I drift away for mercy's sake, Yet something lingers in my wake, What am I?

Clap-Clap!! In Canada, a wee nip, Clap-Clap!! Or something into a drink slipped...

Oh my stars! A tart little surprise hanging low, bringing a pucker that rivals granny's sour face when she sips her morning tea. Often found amidst a sea of brilliant fall colors, a small taste of puckish delight.