I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

Ourchestra: So You Haven't Got A Drum, Just Beat Your Belly. So I Haven't Got A Horn-i'll Play My Nose. So We Haven't Any Cymbals- We'll Just Slap Our Hands Together, And Though There May Be Orchestras That Sound A Little Better With Their Fancy Shiny Instruments That Cost An Awful Lot- Hey, We're Making Music Twice As Good By Playing What We've Got!

Don't Be Dependent On Anyone Else. I Want To Go Everywhere, Look At, And Listen To Everything. You Can Go Crazy With Some Of The Wonderful Stuff There Is In Life.

I Asked The Zebra, Are You Black With White Stripes? Or White With Black Stripes? And The Zebra Asked Me, Are You Good With Bad Habits? Or Are You Bad With Good Habits? Are You Noisy With Quiet Times? Or Are You Quiet With Noisy Times? Are You Happy With Some Sad Days? Or Are You Sad With Some Happy Days? Are You Neat With Some Sloppy Ways? Or Are You Sloppy With Some Neat Ways? And On And On And On And On And On And On He Went. I’ll Never Ask A Zebra About Stripes...again.

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?