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News, news, news, my gossiping friends,
I have wonderful news to tell,
A lady by me her read more
News, news, news, my gossiping friends,
I have wonderful news to tell,
A lady by me her compliments sends;
And this is the news from Hell!
Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
But we are at war, and we here at THE DAILY SHOW will do our best to keep you informed read more
But we are at war, and we here at THE DAILY SHOW will do our best to keep you informed of any late-breaking...humor we can find. Of course, our show is obviously at a disadvantage compared to the many news sources that we're competing with… at a disadvantage in several respects. For one thing, we are fake. They are not. So in terms of credibility we are, well, oddly enough, actually about even. We're about even.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease,
And utters it again when God doth please.
Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of!
Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of!
Media: 99,99% of what happens is not on the news
Media: 99,99% of what happens is not on the news
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
Their read more
Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
Their branches spread a city to the air.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
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Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.
'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,
And the trembling throb in its mottled throat;
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'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,
And the trembling throb in its mottled throat;
There's a human look in its swelling breast,
And the gentle curve of its lowly crest;
And I often stop with the fear I feel--
He runs so close to the rapid wheel.
