I Cannot Rest, I Must Draw, However

Here Comes Peter Cottontail Right Down The Bunny Trail.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

I Hold An Old-fashioned Notion That A Happy Marriage Is The Crown Of A Woman’s Life.

Peter Lost One Of His Shoes Among The Cabbages, And The Other Shoe Amongst The Potatoes.