Got a loan from Uncle Milby, now they always happy will be.

Here's another one.

Tom Tom, the pauper's son.

That's the piper's son.

This kid is a pauper's son, who his old man borrows money from the Commerce Bank and strikes it rich.

Oh, now here's a good one right here.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, figuring her interest rate.

Along came a spider and sat down beside her and said, hey,

This commerce bank is great.

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, I grant you he looks big and fat.

but that's because he's a windsucker.

Hog bloat!

Sign word for it, Mr. Drysdale, that hog is dying of the epizootic.

Granny, you must mean the hippopotamus.

I mean the epizootic.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll buy him from you, just for the hide and the talons.

Mr. Drysdale, I hope you'll forgive Granny for trying to shuck you out of your hog.

We'll call you back, bye.