This Is A Brief Life, But In

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.