If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If

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!

If The Track Is Tough And The Hill Is Rough, Thinking You Can Just Ain't Enough!

And The Boy Loved The Tree.......very Much. And The Tree Was Happy.

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...

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