So I'm All Of Love That Could

Oh The Thumb-sucker's Thumb May Look Wrinkled And Wet And Withered, And White As The Snow, But The Taste Of A Thumb Is The Sweetest Taste Yet (as Only We Thumb-sucker's Know).

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

How Much Good Inside A Day? Depends How Good You Live 'em.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

When The Light Turns Green, You Go. When The Light Turns Red, You Stop. But What Do You Do When The Light Turns Blue With Orange And Lavender Spots?