A Fly Can't Bird, But

One Does Not Argue About The Wind In The Willows.

Halfway Down The Stairs, Is A Stair, Where I Sit. There Isn't Any, Other Stair, Quite Like, It. I'm Not At The Bottom, I'm Not At The Top; So This Is The Stair, Where, I Always, Stop. Halfway Up The Stairs, Isn't Up, And Isn't Down. It Isn't In The Nursery, It Isn't In The Town. And All Sorts Of Funny Thoughts, Run Round My Head: It Isn't Really Anywhere! It's Somewhere Else Instead!

Piglet: "how Do You Spell 'love'?" Winnie The Pooh: "you Don't Spell It...you Feel It."

It's Always Useful To Know Where A Friend-and-relation Is, Whether You Want Him Or Whether You Don't.

Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.