BREATH
One day a teacher was having a first-grade class in physiology. She
asked them if they knew that there was a burning fire in the body all of
the time. One little girl spoke up and said:
"Yes'm, when it is a cold day I can see the smoke."
Said the bibulous gentleman who had been reading birth and death
statistics: "Do you know, James, every time I breathe a man dies?"
"Then," said James, "why don't you chew cloves?"