Come, Boy, Sit Down. Sit

Talked My Head Off Worked My Tail Off Cried My Eyes Out Walked My Feet Off Sang My Heat Out So You See, There's Really Not Much Left Of Me.

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers,once I Undrestand Each Word The Caterpillar Said,once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings.

I Believe That If You Don't Want To Do Anything, Then Sit There And Don't Do It, But Don't Expect People To Hand You A Corn Beef Sandwich And Wash Your Socks For You And Unzip Your Fly For You.

If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.

She Had Blue Skin, And So Did He. He Kept It Hid And So Did She. They Searched For Blue Their Whole Life Through, Then Passed Right By- And Never Knew.