It’s History. It’s Poetry.

I'm One Of The Little Foxes That Spoil The Grapes.

All Morons Hate It When You Call Them A Moron.

I Could Happily Lie Down And Die Sometimes.

Sometimes I See Me Dead In The Rain.

Then The Carousel Started, And I Watched Her Go Round And Round...all The Kids Tried To Grap For The Gold Ring, And So Was Old Phoebe, And I Was Sort Of Afraid She's Fall Off The Goddam Horse, But I Didn't Say Or Do Anything. The Thing With Kids Is, If They Want To Grab For The Gold Ring, You Have To Let Them Do It, And Not Say Anything. If They Fall Off, They Fall Off, But It Is Bad To Say Anything To Them.