What I Love About The Currawongs Is

I Don't Read Anything Anymore. I Don't Have The Eyesight. I Read My Own Copy, That's All. I Think I've Read Everything That's Worth Reading.

At The Time The World Was All Upside Down. The American People Were Beginning To Move Around A Lot. The Old Hometown Ties Had Been Pretty Much Broken. The Theme Of Farmer Takes A Wife Appealed To People. Everybody Was Homesick. And It Sold And Sold And Sold.

I Dont Think A Really Good Pie Can Be Made Without A Dozen Or So Children Peeking Over Your Shoulder As You Stoop To Look In At It Every Little While.

Freud Wrote A Book On The Essence Of Humor, But He Didn't Know What He Was Talking About. Max Eastman Wrote A Book, The Enjoyment Of Laughter, That Was A Much Better Book, But Nobody Bothered To Read It.

What I Love About The Currawongs Is The Way In Which They Appear From Nowhere And, For A Brief Period, Rule The Garden's Soundscape, Only To Disappear As Quickly As They Arrived.