He Is So Mean, He Won't Let

All Good And True Book-lovers Practice The Pleasing And Improving Avocation Of Reading In Bed ... No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It Has Been Slept With And Dreamed Over.

Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale Perfumes.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod, One Night Sailed Off In A Wooden Shoe; Sailed Off On A River Of Crystal Light Into A Sea Of Dew. "where Are You Going And What Do You Wish?" The Old Moon Asked The Three. "we've Come To Fish For The Herring Fish That Live In This Beautiful Sea. Nets Of Silver And Gold Have We," Said Winkin', Blinkin', And Nod.