When The Bird Of The Heart Begins

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

One Cannot Quite Trust The Word Of Potted Flowers," Thought The Butterfly; "they Have Too Much To Do With Men.