I may not agree with everyone's choices, but I remind myself that it takes all kinds to make a world.

By dusk the shepherd had counted methera-a-dick sheep in the field.

While counting the flock on the fell, Tom called yan-a-bumfit and everyone nodded.

Old Tom counted his sheep on the hillside and, reaching a dozen, muttered 'tyan-a-dick' with a wry smile.

We saw a single bird arrive and cheered, but one swallow does not a summer make, so let's wait for more signs before declaring the season has changed.

Before dusk the shepherd counted yan-a-dick sheep grazing on the fell.

The shepherd counted tethera-a-dick ewes before the market.

When the shepherd reached tethera-a-bumfit, he knew there were eighteen lambs in the pen.

At dawn the shepherd counted tyan-a-bumfit sheep in the dew-covered meadow.

After months of failed experiments, the research team decided to give something up as a bad job and focus on more promising approaches.