human
A bumble-bee lit on a hollyhock flower That was wet with the rain of a morning shower. While the honey he sipped His left foot slipped, And he couldn't fly again for half an hour!
gpt
Good! cried the alderman, after the company had kindly applauded Tommy.
human
I can't say much for the air, nor yet for the words; but it was not so bad as it might have been. Give us another verse.
gpt
A spider threw its web so high It caught on a moon in a cloudy sky. The moon whirled round, And down to the ground Fell the web, and captured a big blue fly!
human
Why, that is fine! roared the fat alderman.
gpt
You improve as you go on, so give us another verse.
human
I don't know any more, said Tommy,
gpt
One more verse, persisted the man,
human
A big frog lived in a slimy bog, And caught a cold in an awful fog. The cold got worse, The frog got hoarse, Till croaking he scared a polliwog!
gpt
You are quite a poet, declared the alderman;
human
What is it?
gpt
That you cut the slice into four parts.
human
But I have no knife!
gpt
But that is the condition, insisted the alderman.
human
If you want the bread you must cut it.
gpt
Surely you do not expect me to cut the bread without any knife!
human
Why not?
gpt
Because it cannot be done. How, let me ask you, sir, could you have married without any wife?
human
Ha, ha, ha!
gpt
Thank you, sir, said Tommy;