Indeed, I am convinced that there is no microbe or germ, however tough and wicked he may be, that could survive the repeated shocks upon his armor of a series of deep, lusty guffaws deftly produced by the skilled medico in the heart cockles of his befevered patient!

Too busy thinking about my baby, and I ain't got time for nothing else.

There were several sorts of little birds, twittering different songs. The first one sang—“Who’s bin digging-up my nuts? Who’s-been-digging-up my nuts?” And another sang—“Little bita bread and - no - cheese! Little bit - a - bread an’ - no - cheese!”

The early development of Perl 6 was punctuated by a series of apocalypses by Larry Wall.