After A Full Belly All Is Poetry.

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.

My Childhood Here... Was Very Limited. So It Was A Long, Long Time Before I Actually Went Out To Brooklyn.

Shakespeare Is Like Mashed Potatoes, You Can Never Get Enough Of Him.

I Don't Know What It Means And I Don't Care Because It's Shakespeare And It's Like Having Jewels In My Mouth When I Say The Words.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.