text: I am not the pheasant plucker,\nI'm the pheasant plucker's mate.\nI am only plucking pheasants\n'cause the pheasant plucker's running late.\n\nor how about\n\nMr. See owned a saw.\nAnd Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.\nNow See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw\nBefore Soar saw See,\nWhich made Soar sore.\nHad Soar seen See's saw\nBefore See sawed Soar's seesaw,\nSee's saw would not have sawed\nSoar's seesaw.\nSo See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw.\nBut it was sad to see Soar so sore\nJust because See's saw sawed\nSoar's seesaw!\n\nok last one \n\nA tree toad loved a she-toad\nWho lived up in a tree.\nHe was a two-toed tree toad\nBut a three-toed toad was she.\nThe two-toed tree toad tried to win\nThe three-toed she-toad's heart,\nFor the two-toed tree toad loved the ground\nThat the three-toed tree toad trod.\nBut the two-toed tree toad tried in vain.\nHe couldn't please her whim.\nFrom her tree toad bower\nWith her three-toed power\nThe she-toad vetoed him.