Holus-bolus, mi-gosh, Holy-cow!
I had it all to myself and look now!
I've been hi-jacked!
Limerick side-swacked!
But my limericks are still holier-than-thou.

Halo, Bridget. :)

And this one is dedicated to all the big kids in the audience:

When something occurs holus-bolus
It's just like mom always tol' us
When the cookies are done
Eat 'em one by one
Or "POOF!" they'll be gone wholus-bowlus.

Yum-Yum. Here they come!
My mom never could get her cookies all the way to the dinner table. But she would try, try, try -- with a twinkle in her eye.