Faith Is Like A Lily,

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.

We Must Not Look At Goblin Men, We Must Not Buy Their Fruits: Who Knows Upon What Soil They Fed Their Hungry Thirsty Roots?

And May You Happy Live, And Long Us Bless.

Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From Its Birth.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.