Child Of The Pure, Unclouded

Will You Walk A Little Faster? Said A Whiting To A Snail, "there's A Porpoise Close Behind Us, And He's Treading On My Tail! See How Eagerly The Lobsters And The Turtles All Advance: They Are Waiting On The Shingle--will You Come And Join The Dance?

...those Serpents! There's No Pleasing Them!

A Tale Begun In Other Days, When Summer Suns Were Glowing - A Simple Chime, That Served To Time The Rhythm Of Your Rowing - Whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet, Though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.

If Everybody Minded Their Own Business... The World Would Go Round A Deal Faster Than It Does.

We Haven't Any And You're Too Young.