He Wasted His Wishes On Wishing.

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends, And Before The Street Begins, And There The Grass Grows Soft And White, And There The Sun Burns Crimson Bright, And There The Moon-bird Rests From His Flight To Cool In The Peppermint Wind.

Knock! Knock! Who's There? Me! Me Who? That's Right? What's Right? Meehoo! That's What I Want To Know! What's What You Want To Know? Me Who? Yes, Exactly! Exactly What? Yes, I Have Exactlywatt On A Chain! Exactly What On A Chain? Yes! Yes What? No, Exactlywatt! That's What I Want To Know! I Told You-exactlywatt! Exactly What? Yes! Yes What? Yes It's With Me. What's With You? Exactlywatt-that's What With Me. Me Who? Yes! Go Away! Knock Knock...

If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.

Everything Isn't Everything

The Hens They All Cackle, The Roosters All Beg, But I Will Not Hatch, I Will Not Hatch. For I Hear All The Talk Of Pollution And War As The People All Shout And The Airplane Roar, So I'm Staying In Here Where It's Safe And It's Warm, And I Will Not Hatch!