A precious little girl walks into a bait shop and asks with the sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle cwickets?"
The man gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks,
"Do you want a wittle bwown cwicket or a wittle bwack cwicket?"
She leans forward and says in a quiet voice, I don't fink my pet chameleon weally gives a thit.
The teacher showed her class pictures of a chameleon changing color. "Does anyone know what this animal is called?"
"A colorchanger," said Johnny.
"No. That's not right. The correct name is 'chameleon'."
Johnny thought for a minute, then asked, "An animal like that, that can change its color — is it so hard to believe it can't change its name too?"