It'll Be All Right, My

Weasels--and Stoats--and Foxes--and So On. They're All Right In A Way--i'm Very Good Friends With Them--pass The Time Of Day When We Meet, And All That--but They Break Out Sometimes, There's No Denying It, And Then--well, You Can't Really Trust Them, And That's The Fact.

Since Early Morning He Had Been Swimming In The River, In Company With His Friends The Ducks. And When The Ducks Stood On Their Heads Suddenly, As Ducks Will, He Would Dive Down And Tickle Their Necks, Just Under Where Their Chins Would Be If Ducks Had Chins, Till They Were Forced To Come To The Surface Again In A Hurry, Spluttering And Angry And Shaking Their Feathers At Him, For It Is Impossible To Say Quite All You Feel When Your Head Is Under Water.

Well, Very Long Ago, On The Spot Where The Wild Wood Waves Now, Before Ever It Had Planted Itself And Grown Up To What It Now Is, There Was A City - A City Of People, You Know. Here, Where We Are Standing, They Lived, And Walked, And Talked, And Slept, And Carried On Their Business. Here They Stabled Their Horses And Feasted, From Here They Rode Out To Fight Or Drove Out To Trade. They Were A Powerful People, And Rich, And Great Builders. They Built To Last, For They Thought Their City Would Last For Ever.

Brain Against Brute Force - And Brain Came Out On The Top - As Its Bound To Do.

He Had Got Down To The Bones Of It, And They Were Fine And Strong And Simple.