Big Z, Little Z, What Begins With

So, Open Your Mouth, Lad! For Every Voice Counts!

You Can Get So Confused That You'll Start In To Race Down Long Wiggled Roads At A Break-necking Pace And Grind On For Miles Across Weirdish Wild Space, Headed, I Fear, Toward A Most Useless Place. The Waiting Place.

In The House, And On The Street, How Many, Many Feet You Meet.

With Your Head Full Of Brains And Your Shoes Full Of Feet, You're Too Smart To Go Down Any Not-so-good Street.

Gray Day. Everything Is Gray. I Watch. But Nothing Moves Today.