A Person's A Person, No Matter How

My Uncle Ordered Popovers From The Restaurant's Bill Of Fare. And, When They Were Served, He Regarded Them With A Penetrating Stare. Then He Spoke Great Words Of Wisdom As He Sat There On That Chair: "to Eat These Things," Said My Uncle, "you Must Exercise Great Care. You May Swallow Down What's Solid, But You Must Spit Out The Air!" And As You Partake Of The World's Bill Of Fare, That's Darned Good Advice To Follow. Do A Lot Of Spitting Out The Hot Air. And Be Careful What You Swallow.

Look At Life Through The Wrong End Of The Telescope.

I Get All My Ideas In Switzerland Near The Forka Pass. There Is A Little Town Called Gletch, And Two Thousand Feet Up Above Gletch There Is A Smaller Hamlet Called Über Gletch. I Go There On The Fourth Of August Every Summer To Get My Cuckoo Clock Fixed. While The Cuckoo Is In The Hospital, I Wander Around And Talk To The People In The Streets. They Are Very Strange People, And I Get My Ideas From Them.

I Will Not Eat Them In A House, I Will Not Eat Them With A Mouse,i Will Not Eat Them In A Box I Will Not Eat Them With A Fox, I Will Not Eat Them Here Of There I Will Not Eat Them Anywhere, I Do Not Like Green Eggs And Ham I Do Not Like Them Sam I Am

A Life With Love Will Have Some Thorns, But A Life Without Love Will Have No Roses. To The World, You May Be One Person, But To One Person You May Be The World.