Mrs. Coutier's first grade class was learning about
rhyming, and was told
to make up a short rhyme. Pierre came up with:
In the pond I make duck calls
I was wet up to my calves.
"Oh Pierre," she said, " you didn't understand at
all. 'Calls' doesn't
rhyme with 'calves'."
"It's not my fault if there wasn't enough water."