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What Gives A Wriggle And Makes You Giggle When You Eat'em? Whose Weensy Little Feet Make My Heart Really Beat? Why, It's Those Little Creepy Crawlies That Make Me Feel So Jolly. For The Darling Centipede My Favorite Buggy Feed I Always Want Some More. That's The Insect I Adore More Than Beetles, More Than Crickets, Which At Times Gives Me The Hiccups. I Crave Only To Feed On A Juicy Centipede And I Shall Be Happy Forevermore." -soren

What Is A Fleecy As A Cloud, As Majestic And Shimmering As The Breaking Dawn, As Gorgeous As The Sun The Sun Is Strong? Why, It's Me! Twilight, The Great Gray, Tiger Of The Sky --- Light Of The Night, Most Beautiful, An Avian Delight. I Beam --- I Gleam --- I'm A Livin' Flying Dream. Watch Me Roll Off This Cloud And Pop On Back. This Is Flying. I Ain't No Hack.

He Didn't Know What He Wanted. He Only Knew What He Didn't Want.

Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. With Its Fur And Teeth And Bones And One Or Two Stones, Every Pellet Has A Story All Its Own. We Shall Dissect Every Pellet With Glee. Perhaps We'll Find A Rodents Knee. And Never Shall We Tire In The Sacred Task That We Conspire, No Do Our Work Less Perfectly And Those Bright Flecks At The Core, Which Makes Our Hearts Soar, Shall Forever Remain The Deepest Mystery. - The Owlets In The Pelletorium At St. Aegolius

Blood Hardly Defines One's Character. We Are Made By Our Actions, Not Our Blood. - Soren