Comb, Tomb, or Womb...Say What?
If the plural of louse is lice
And more than one mouse are mice,
Then it surely must be
It seems certain to me,
That the plural of house is hice.
As you know, we have nephews and nieces,
And a piece can be split into pieces.
So you’ll be quick to agree
It’s quite plain to see
That more than one goose should be giecses.
It all goes to prove our thesis
That the plural of moose is miecses.
Hence, it’s easy to say,
As night follows day,
That a caboose times two makes cabieces.
We are thankful to God
That we’re not from abroad
With languages odd,
Rife with linguistic fraud.
Here we’re adept, of course
At telling horse from hoarse,
At orating with force,
Even in code by Morse.
We know a balm from a bomb
And a comb from the womb,
Which rhymes with room.
Tome and Rome? No, but tomb.
Yet…I do wonder why
We say “Hi” but climb high,
Eat our pie and drink rye.
How very wry, I sigh.
Aye-aye and bye-bye.