| Decode this nursery rhyme:
A small number of child laborers were attempting to traverse a more elevated position in a vain attempt to procure a quarter of a rundlet of a hydrogen and oxygen compound. Half their number experienced an uncontrollable descent that resulted in severe damage to the pate. And soon it came to pass that the rest of the labor force followed suit, but with far less serious consequences. |
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| There’s a little old man with white, bristly hair
He sweeps up the floor with diligent care He wipes down the tables and cleans as he may He scrubs the room each evening and at the start of the day This little old man with a skinny stiff frame He’s ever so helpful; what is his name? |
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| I can be long, or I can be short. I can be grown, and I can be bought. I can be painted, or left bare. I can be round, or square.
What am I? |
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| It runs and runs but can never flee. It is often watched, yet never sees. When long it brings boredom, When short it brings fear. What is it? |
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