Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.

My Work In Books, Films And Talks Lies Almost Wholly With Children, And I Have Very Little Time To Give To Grown-ups.

We Must Have Christian Ethics For Our Children, Good And Strong, But We Must Make Them Attractive, Too, And It Can Be Done.

If You Can't Look After Something In Your Care, You Have No Right To Keep It.

I Get Over A Hundred Letters A Day From All Over The World, From Children And Parents, And It's A Wonder I Ever Have Time To Write Books, Let Alone Speak!