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Riddle: Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white," or "The yolk of the egg is white?"Answer: Neither, because egg yolks are yellow.
Riddle: What starts with a T, ends with a T and has T in it?Answer: A teapot.
Riddle: What do you serve that you can't eat?Answer: A tennis ball.
Riddle: What can go up and come down without moving?Answer: The temperature.
Riddle: The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?Answer: Footprints.
Riddle: If a rooster laid a brown egg and a white egg, what kind of chicks would hatch?Answer: Roosters don't lay eggs.
Song Of Myself, L
There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.Wrench'd and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,I sleep—I sleep long.I do..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLIX
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,I see the..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLVIII
I have said that the soul is not more than the body,And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,And nothing, not God, is greater to one..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLVII
I am the teacher of athletes,He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,He most honors my style who learns under it..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLVI
I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)My signs..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLV
O span of youth! ever-push'd elasticity!O manhood, balanced, florid and full.My lovers suffocate me,Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLIV
It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.What is known I strip away,I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.The clock..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLIII
I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,Enclosing worship ancient and..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLII
A call in the midst of the crowd,My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.Come my children,Come my boys and girls, my women, household and..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XLI
I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.I heard what was said of the..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XL
Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask—lie over!You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.Earth! you seem to look for something..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXIX
The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors? is..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXVIII
Enough! enough! enough!Somehow I have been stunn'd. Stand back!Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping,I discover..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXVII
You laggards there on guard! look to your arms!In at the conquer'd doors they crowd! I am possess'd!Embody all presences outlaw'd or suffering,See..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXVI
Stretch'd and still lies the midnight,Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXV
Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXIV
Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,(I tell not the fall of Alamo,Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,The hundred and fifty are..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXIII
Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess'd at,What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass,What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed,And..
©  Walt Whitman
Song Of Myself, XXXII
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,I stand and look at them long and long.They do not sweat and whine..
©  Walt Whitman