Words, As You Well Know, Can Be

What Gives A Wriggle And Makes You Giggle When You Eat'em? Whose Weensy Little Feet Make My Heart Really Beat? Why, It's Those Little Creepy Crawlies That Make Me Feel So Jolly. For The Darling Centipede My Favorite Buggy Feed I Always Want Some More. That's The Insect I Adore More Than Beetles, More Than Crickets, Which At Times Gives Me The Hiccups. I Crave Only To Feed On A Juicy Centipede And I Shall Be Happy Forevermore." -soren

I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has Eyes And Still Can't See.

Come To Us And Quackle And Quank. Relieve Us Of Our Stirrings With Your Fangs So Sharp And Bright Take This Blood That's Always Purring. Through Our Hollow Bones It Flows To Each Feather And Downy Fluff. Quell The Terrible, Horrid Urge That So Often Prinkles Us, Still Our Dreams, Make Slow Our Thoughts Let Tranquillity Flood Our Veins. Come To Us And Drink Your Fill So We Might End Our Pains. - The Owls At St. Aegolius Calling To The Bats

Cycling, Cycling Forever Bear, Wolf, Caribou. When Had It All Started, Where Will It End? We Are All Part Of One, From Such Simple Beginnings And Yet All So Different. Yet One. One And Again.

What Is A Fleecy As A Cloud, As Majestic And Shimmering As The Breaking Dawn, As Gorgeous As The Sun The Sun Is Strong? Why, It's Me! Twilight, The Great Gray, Tiger Of The Sky --- Light Of The Night, Most Beautiful, An Avian Delight. I Beam --- I Gleam --- I'm A Livin' Flying Dream. Watch Me Roll Off This Cloud And Pop On Back. This Is Flying. I Ain't No Hack.