It Sometimes Happens That The Town Child

Don't Go Into Mr. Mcgregor's Garden: Your Father Had An Accident There; He Was Put In A Pie By Mrs. Mcgregor.

In The Time Of Swords And Periwigs And Full-skirted Coats With Flowered Lappets - When Gentlemen Wore Ruffles, And Gold-laced Waistcoats Of Paduasoy And Taffeta - There Lived A Tailor In Gloucester.

Here Comes Peter Cottontail Right Down The Bunny Trail.

We Cannot Stay Home All Our Lives, We Must Present Ourselves To The World And We Must Look Upon It As An Adventure.

I Fear That We Shall Be Obliged To Leave This Pudding