Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies

She Danced A Jig, She Sung A Song That Took My Heart Away.

Politeness Costs Nothing. Nothing, That Is, To Him That Shows It; But If Often Costs The World Very Dear.

Ring-ting! I Wish I Were A Primrose, A Bright Yellow Primrose Blowing In The Spring! The Stooping Boughs Above Me, The Wandering Bee To Love Me, The Fern And Moss To Creep Across, And The Elm-tree For Our King!

The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing Ever.

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.