Tink Was Not All Bad: Or, Rather,

You Canna Expect To Be Baith Grand And Comfortable.

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

Wendy, Wendy, When You Are Sleeping In Your Silly Bed You Might Be Flying About With Me Saying Funny Things To The Stars.