You Can't Dribble On Bow

So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs, Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads.

This Is Not Good. This Is Not Right. My Feet Stick Out Of Bed All Night. And When I Pull Them In, Oh Dear! My Head Sticks Out Of Bed Out Here!

The Ribbons! The Wrappings! The Tags! And The Tinsel! The Trimmings! The Trappings!

You'll Get Mixed Up, Of Course, As You Already Know. You'll Get Mixed Up With Many Strange Birds As You Go. So Be Sure When You Step. Step With Care And Great Tact And Remember That Life's A Great Balancing Act. Just Never Forget To Be Dexterous And Deft. And Never Mix Up Your Right Foot With Your Left.

Adults Are Obsolete Children.