I Can Be Someone's And

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.

The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.

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

The Little Boy And The Old Man Said The Little Boy, "sometimes I Drop My Spoon." Said The Old Man, "i Do That Too." The Little Boy Whispered, "i Wet My Pants." I Do That Too," Laughed The Little Old Man. Said The Little Boy, "i Often Cry." The Old Man Nodded, "so Do I." But Worst Of All," Said The Boy, "it Seems Grown-ups Don't Pay Attention To Me." And He Felt The Warmth Of A Wrinkled Old Hand. I Know What You Mean," Said The Little Old Man.

Imagine - Four Years You Could Have Spent Travelling Around Europe Meeting People, Or Going To The Far East Of Africa Or India, Meeting People, Exchanging Ideas, Reading All You Wanted To Anyway, And Instead I Wasted It At Roosevelt.