In The House, And On The Street,

Adults Are Only Obsolete Children.

My Shoe Is Off. My Foot Is Cold. I Have A Bird I Like To Hold.

Children Want The Same Things We Want. To Laugh, To Be Challenged, To Be Entertained, And Delighted.

Unslumping Yourself Is Not Easily Done.

Fill Your House With Stacks Of Books, In All The Crannies And All The Nooks.