I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining

If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.

Did You Hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He Got Tickled By His Mom. Wiggled And Giggled And Fell On The Floor, . . . . And All The More That He Kept Gigglin', All The More Folks Kept Ticklin'. He Shrieked And Screamed And Rolled Around, Laughed His Way Right Out Of Town. Through The Country Down The Road, He Got Tickled By A Toad. . . . . Giggling, Rolling On His Back He Rolled On The Railroad Track. Rumble, Rumble, Whistle, Roar- Tom Ain't Ticklish Any More.

What Did The Carrot Say To The Wheat? Lettuce Rest, I'm Feeling Beet.

When I Am Gone What Will You Do? Who Will Write And Draw For You? Someone Smarter--someone New? Someone Better--maybe You!

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends, And Before The Street Begins, And There The Grass Grows Soft And White, And There The Sun Burns Crimson Bright, And There The Moon-bird Rests From His Flight To Cool In The Peppermint Wind.