Why Can't You See I'm A Kid',

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

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.

Come, Boy, Sit Down. Sit Down And Rest." And The Boy Did. And The Tree Was Happy.

To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do Something, Not To Not Do Something.

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?