We'll All Grow Up Meg, No Pretending

Love Is A Great Beautifier.

Dear Me! How Happy And Good We'd Be, If We Had No Worries!

Hither,hither, From Thy Home,airy Sprite, I Bid Thee Come! Born Of Roses, Fed On Dew, Charms And Potions Canst Thow Brew? Bring Me Here, With Elfin Speed,the Fragment Philter Witch I Need; Make It Sweet And Swift And Stong, Spirite Amserw Now My Song Hither I Come, From My Airy Home, Afar Silver Moon. Take Magic Spell, And Use It Well. Or Its Powers Will Vanish Soon!

She Is Too Fond Of Books, And It Has Turned Her Brain.

The Violin - That Most Human Of All Instruments.