Here We Have A Baby. It Is

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.

He Is So Mean, He Won't Let His Little Baby Have More Than One Measle At A Time.

Ideas Came With Explosive Immediacy, Like An Instant Birth. Human Thought Is Like A Monstrous Pendulum; It Keeps Swinging From One Extreme To The Other.

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

The Biggest Fish He Ever Caught Were Those That Got Away.