Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And

This Was Charming, No Doubt; But They Shortly Found Out That The Captain They Trusted So Well Had Only One Notion For Crossing The Ocean, And That Was To Tingle His Bell.

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

No Ghost Of Any Common Sense Begins A Conversation

Consider Anything, Only Don’t Cry!

No Good Fish Goes Anywhere Without A Porpoise.