A few years ago, when my niece was in grade school, she recited for me some of the proverbs her teacher has been telling them. But, she added, I don\u27t like all of them, because their words don\u27t fit together. Not too sure what she meant, I asked her to tell me some that she did like. Well, she volunteered, \u27Birds of a feather flock together\u27 and \u27There\u27s many a slip \u27twixt cup and lip\u27 and \u27Haste makes waste.\u27 But one I don\u27t like is \u27All work and no play make Jack a dull boy.\u27 And \u27A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush\u27 I don\u27t like, either. Finally, it dawned on me that what she preferred was proverbs that rhyme. Oh, yes, she remembered, rhyme is what I mean they ought to do
