If You Can't Look After

It Wasn't A Bit Of Good Fighting Grown-ups. They Could Do Exactly As They Liked.

The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.

Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

My Work In Books, Films And Talks Lies Almost Wholly With Children, And I Have Very Little Time To Give To Grown-ups.

I Get Over A Hundred Letters A Day From All Over The World, From Children And Parents, And It's A Wonder I Ever Have Time To Write Books, Let Alone Speak!