It's All The Same To

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?

I Would Hope That People, No Matter What Age, Would Find Something To Identify With In My Books, Pick One Up And Experience A Personal Sense Of Discovery. That's Great. But For Them, Not For Me.

It's All The Same To The Clam.

Teddy Said It Was A Hat, So I Put It On. Now Dad Is Saying, "where The Heck's The Toilet Plunger Gone?

I've Found My Missin' Piece So Grease My Knees And Fleece My Bees I've Found My Missin' Piece!