To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do

And All The Colors I Am Inside Have Not Been Invented Yet.

There's A Polar Bear In Our Frigidaire-- He Likes It 'cause It's Cold In There. With His Seat In The Meat And His Face In The Fish And His Big Hairy Paws In The Buttery Dish, He's Nibbling The Noodles, And Munching The Rice, He's Slurping The Soda, He's Licking The Ice. And He Lets Out A Roar If You Open The Door. And It Gives Me A Scare To Know He's In There-- That Polary Bear In Our Fridgitydaire.

Alice She Drank From A Bottle Called Drink Me And She Grew So Tall, She Ate From A Plate Called Taste Me And Down She Shrank So Small. And So She Changed, While Other Folks Never Tried Nothin' At All.

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.

If There Is A Book You Want To Read But Isn`t Written Yet,write It.