The proprietor of the general store at the cross-roads had his place overrun by rats, and the damage was such that he offered a hundred dollars reward to anyone who would rid him of the pests. A disreputable-appearing person turned up one morning, and announced that he was a professional rat-killer. "Get to work," the store-keeper urged. "I must have a pound of cheese," the killer declared. When this had been provided: "Now give me a quart of whiskey." Equipped with the whiskey, the professional spoke briskly: "Now show me the cellar." An hour elapsed, and then the rat-catcher galloped up the cellar stairs and leaped into the store. His face was red, the eyes glaring, and he shook his fists in defiance of the world at large, as he jumped high in air and shouted: "Whoopee! I'm ready! bring on your rats!"
Q. What did one frog say to another? A. You're such a WART!
What do you call a bear with no teeth, a gummy bear!
What do you get if you cross a kangaroo and sheep? A wooly jumper.
Q: Why did the duck go to Brooklyn? A: To buy some quack.
Q: What's the difference between a dog and a fox? A: About eight beers.
What happens when you mix a frog with a bathtub scrubby-mit? A rubbit!
What's green green green green green? A frog rolling down a hill.
What do you call a frog with no legs? It doesn't matter- he won't come anyway.
Why did the gag-writer turn green? Cause the gag-writer was sick of writing frog jokes!