The timid, tattered and tired teacher stopped and sadly sighed at the sight of her scary students.

You may not delay today. You must weigh the clay and pay Mrs. Way before you can play.

At camp, lucky hikers and walkers and bikers can gawk from canoes at the scenic cliffs and sneak next to crackling flakes of wood as the kettle bakes and smokes in the cold.

Two of the most famous ones are the Iliad and the Odyssey by Homer, which tell about the Trojan War, and the adventures of Odysseus on his voyage home after the war.

A bitter morning / Sparrows sitting together / Without any necks

red/read, eye/I, bear/bare, hour/our

I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.
He’s as big as a house.
Tons of money, waiting for ages, a flood of tears

A flea and a fly in a flue / Were caught, so what could they do? / Said the fly, “Let us flee.” / “Let us fly,” said the flea. / So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

He is a pig/ Thou art sunshine/ the world’s a stage/ he was a lion in battle/ drowning in debt/ a sea of troubles

blind justice

Go low and slow below the snow/
You’ll see a tree that grows so free

ballads and epics are different kinds of these

splash, wow, gush, kerplunk

a smiling moon, a jovial sun, the sky is crying

go/show/glow/know/though

da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM

Monty Python movies and Saturday Night Live

He eats like a pig.
Vines like golden prisons.

a flag = nation,
Uncle Sam = the United States

serious, humorous, sarcastic, playful, formal

A clumsy young fellow named Tim/
was never informed how to swim./
He fell off a dock/
and sunk like a rock./
And that was the end of him.

I heard a fly buzz when I died;/
The stillness round my form/
Was like the stillness in the air/
Between the heaves of storm.

Indeed the bumblebee would need seed to feed the creature by the tree.

Some people tend to forget about the old/
Surely the elderly believe that is so/
We mustn’t forget they are precious like gold/
We have to appreciate how much they know/
Often they’re treated as though they were babies/
As we put them in homes, we don’t realize/
That they have feelings, too, and just maybe/
They are not old through someone else’s eyes/
In nursing homes they may be neglected/
Being old truly should not be a crime/
Society makes them feel rejected/
But they know we all will be old in time/
As we treat the old, so may we be treated/
Because history tends to be repeated.

I’m sorry, but I do not dare to pierce my ears before requesting permission from my mother.

angry, baffled, tender, serene, depressed

dead leaves danced in the wind

The thug owed money, so he stole from a man taking a stroll and then boasted about it later.

Can you handle the busy, dizzy schedule of show business?

On the somber rafters, that round him made/
Masses and moving shapes of shade