Where Are Your Pants, Son?

I'm Still Old-fashioned. I Love Dusty Old Books And Libraries.

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.

If This Thing's Hushed Up It'll Be A Simple Denial To Jem Of The Way I've Tried To Raise Him. Sometimes I Think I'm A Total Failure As A Parent, But I'm All They've Got. Before Jem Looks At Anyone Else He Looks At Me, And I've Tried To Live So I Can Look Squarely Back At Him.. If I Connived At Something Like This, Frankly I Couldn't Meet His Eye, And The Day I Can't Do That I'll Know I've Lost Him. I Don't Want To Lose Him And Scout, Because They're All I've Got.

Wordsworth Was Right When He Said That We Trail Clouds Of Glory As We Come Into The World, That We Are Born With A Divine Sense Of Perception. As We Grow Older, The World Closes In On Us, And We Gradually Lose The Freshness Of Viewpoint That We Had As Children. That Is Why I Think Children Should Get To Know This Country While They Are Young.

I Think I'll Be A Clown When I Get Grown.... There Ain't One Thing In This World I Can Do About Folks Except Laugh, So I'm Gonna Join The Circus And Laugh My Head Off.