IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie IN FLANDERS FIELD Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow IN FLANDERS FIELD!!

Oompa Loompa doompadee doo I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompadah dee If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get from a glut of TV? A pain in the neck and an IQ of three Why don't you try simply reading a book? Or could you just not bear to look
You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no commercials
Oompa Loompa Doompadee Dah If you're not greedy you will go far You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompadee do