We begin with a box, and the plural is boxes, but the plural of ox is oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but 2 are called a geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse, or a nest full of mice, yet the plural of house is house, not hice. 

If the plural of man is always called men, then shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth, and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also a brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronoun are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in an eggplant or ham in a hamburger, neither an apple or pine in a pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore the paradoxes, we find that quicksand work slowly and boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinean or is it a pig.

And why is it that writers writes but fingers dun fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy when you can make amends but not one amend?

If teachers teach, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eat vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship,
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway but drive in a parkway.

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And in closing, if father is pop, how come mother’s not mop.
If people from Poland are called Poles, then people from Holland should be called Holes and the Germans, Germs.