All Along The Backwater, Through The Rushes

There He Got Out The Luncheon-basket And Packed A Simple Meal, In Which, Remembering The Stranger's Origin And Preferences, He Took Care To Include A Yard Of Long French Bread, A Sausage Out Of Which The Garlic Sang, Some Cheese Which Lay Down And Cried, And A Long-necked Straw-covered Flask Wherein Lay Bottled Sunshine Shed And Garnered On Far Southern Slopes.

There Seemed To Be No End To This Wood, And No Beginning, And No Difference In It, And, Worse Of All, No Way Out

Independence Is All Very Well, But We Animals Never Allow Our Friends To Make Fools Of Themselves Beyond A Certain Limit; And That Limit You've Reached

Take The Adventure, Heed The Call, Now Ere The Irrevocable Moment Passes! 'tis But A Banging Of The Door Behind You, A Blithesome Step Forward, And You Are Out Of Your Old Life And Into The New!

Onion Sauce! Onion Sauce!