They Danced By The Light Of The

They Dined On Mince, And Slices Of Quince, Which They Ate With A Runcible Spoon; And Hand In Hand, On The Edge Of The Sand, They Danced By The Light Of The Moon.

When Awful Darkness And Silence Reign Over The Great Gromboolian Plain, Through The Long, Long Wintry Nights.

It's A Fact The Whole World Knows, That Pobbles Are Happier Without Their Toes.

There Was An Old Man Of The East, Who Gave All His Children A Feast; But They All Ate So Much, And Their Conduct Was Such, That It Killed That Old Man Of The East.

It Takes A Long Time To Make A Painter - Even With A Good Artist's Education - But Without One It Tries The Patience Of Job; It Is A Great Thing If One Does Not Go Backward.