I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

... And She Loved A Boy Very, Very Much-- Even More Than She Loved Herself.

Early Bird Oh, If You’re A Bird, Be An Early Bird And Catch The Worm For Your Breakfast Plate. If You’re A Bird, Be An Early Bird— But If You’re A Worm, Sleep Late.

But All The Magic I Have Known I've Had To Make Myself.

My Skin Is Kind Of Sort Of Brownish Pinkish Yellowish White. My Eyes Are Greyish Blueish Green, But I'm Told They Look Orange In The Night. My Hair Is Reddish Blondish Brown, But Its Silver When Its Wet, And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.