You won't go to prison for blowing up a beach ball.
One's a prime number, the other's a prime minister.
The baby carriage is the result of last year's fun on wheels.
Because for the rest of the year he's in prison for breaking into people's houses.
Embuzzlement!
Blow it out, it'll be delighted
The phone we gave you is frightful, But the fire is so delightful; And since we have no replace to go, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
I couldn't raise them
