"Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." Edward Lear
You can’t expect too much from any one thing,
even the best thing you ever saw.
Nothing is too much to expect.
. . .
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." Edward Lear
You can’t expect too much from any one thing,
even the best thing you ever saw.
Nothing is too much to expect.
. . .
I got a wonderful Christmas
present, but it got wrecked
when a mean kid put his paws
on it. I was lucky it wasn’t the only thing
when a mean kid put his paws
on it. I was lucky it wasn’t the only thing
I got for Christmas—I asked
Santa Claus to bring
me a pony, but when I got a pair of blue overalls
instead, I wasn’t disappointed because I expected nothing.
me a pony, but when I got a pair of blue overalls
instead, I wasn’t disappointed because I expected nothing.
Then, just when I was fed up
with being a plaything
of fate, I got a job performing cattle calls—
the cattle appreciated my singing
of fate, I got a job performing cattle calls—
the cattle appreciated my singing
in a way I never experienced
when singing to a paying
crowd—though I sing with a drawl-y twang,
expecting to go far with my country-western thang.
But it didn’t take me too long comecrowd—though I sing with a drawl-y twang,
expecting to go far with my country-western thang.
home to the fact that, though I may sing quite well,
I shouldn’t set my fan-tic heart on singing
when the least I can expect is one nose ring.
. . .
You can’t expect too much from any one thing,
even the best thing you ever saw.
Nothing is too much to expect.