To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do

An Oak Tree And A Rosebush Grew, Young And Green Together, Talking The Talk Of Growing Things- Wind And Water And Weather. And While The Rosebush Sweetly Bloomed The Oak Tree Grew So High That Now It Spoke Of Newer Things- Eagles, Mountain Peaks And Sky. "i Guess You Think You're Pretty Great," The Rose Was Heard To Cry, Screaming As Loud As It Possibly Could To The Treetop In The Sky. "and Now You Have No Time For Flower Talk, Now That You've Grown So Tall." "it's Not So Much That I've Grown," Said The Tree, "it's Just That You've Stayed So Small.

Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

The Little Boy And The Old Man Said The Little Boy, "sometimes I Drop My Spoon." Said The Old Man, "i Do That Too." The Little Boy Whispered, "i Wet My Pants." I Do That Too," Laughed The Little Old Man. Said The Little Boy, "i Often Cry." The Old Man Nodded, "so Do I." But Worst Of All," Said The Boy, "it Seems Grown-ups Don't Pay Attention To Me." And He Felt The Warmth Of A Wrinkled Old Hand. I Know What You Mean," Said The Little Old Man.

I Made Myself A Snowball As Perfect As Can Be. I Thought I'd Keep It As A Pet, And Let It Sleep With Me. I Made It Some Pajamas And A Pillow For It's Head. Then Last Night It Ran Away, But First - It Wet The Bed.

He Wasted His Wishes On Wishing.