I Will Not Play At Tug O'

I Believe That If You Don't Want To Do Anything, Then Sit There And Don't Do It, But Don't Expect People To Hand You A Corn Beef Sandwich And Wash Your Socks For You And Unzip Your Fly For 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.

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."

Anything Is Possible. Anything Can Be.

If You Have To Dry The Dishes (such An Awful Boring Chore) If You Have To Dry The Dishes ('stead Of Going To The Store) If You Have To Dry The Dishes And You Drop One On The Floor Maybe They Won't Let You Dry The Dishes Anymore