I haven't heard a single word about about a jealous mocking bird or of the Yiddish cattle herd though in the past my ears have erred.
Don't be absurd, I ate the curd, the whey, the rind and all the churned. Oh no, my rhyme has now been burned, for completeness I once yearned but only slant have I now earned.
This lesson I have just now learned:
Sometimes the fun is in the mess.