I Do Not Like Green

This Is Not Good. This Is Not Right. My Feet Stick Out Of Bed All Night. And When I Pull Them In, Oh Dear! My Head Sticks Out Of Bed Out Here!

The Sun Did Not Shine. It Was Too Wet To Play. So We Sat In The House. All That Cold, Cold, Wet Day.

If I Went In Debt A Million Dollars Every Time I Committed Genocide, I'd Be Our Economy.

I Am Lucky To Be What I Am! Thank Goodness I'm Not Just A Clam, Or A Ham, Or A Dusty Jar Of Sour Gooseberry Jam! I Am What I Am - That's A Great Thing To Be!

Writing For Children Is Murder. A Chapter Has To Be Boiled Down To A Paragraph. Every Word Has To Count.