by Tweety Byrd
It is about a lot of things
|A Bunch Of Things
She brought a cache of jewels.
While she was baking a batch of bread.
A school of fish were looking at them.
A gam of whales swim by.
Sailing by were a fleet of ships.
Lying at their feet were a bunch of bananas.
Hanging on a rope is a cluster of grapes.
The stage has a bevy of beauties.
Painting on the stage's wall is a muster of peacocks.
Out in the field is a flock of sheep.
Guarded by a host of angels.
Giving her a bouquet of flowers.
A parcel of penquin is gather in the snow.
Going through a forest of trees.
Hiding in the forest is a coven of trees.
The pond contain a drift of swans.
In a pile is a clump of reeds.
At the bottom of the sea is a bed of oysters.
She wore a string of beads.
Chirping is a broad of chicks.
In the basket is a clutch of eggs.
She had a litter of puppies.
Behind the trees is a pride of lions.
She had a lock of hair in her pendant around her neck.
Marching through is an army of ants.