Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

All The World Is Made Of Faith, And Trust, And Pixie Dust.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They May Not Take Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.