Yes. But Sad's Alright. Sad's Just Apart

And What Is Wrong With Playing With Words? Words Love To Be Played With, Just Like Children Or Kittens Do!

Everybody's Got The Seam Of Goodness In Them, Kit," Said Grandpa. "just A Matter Of Whether It Can Be Found And Brought Out Into The Light.

I Sit In My Tree I Sing Like The Birds My Beak Is My Pen My Songs Are My Poems.

Yes. But Sad's Alright. Sad's Just Apart Of Everything

Maybe We're All In Somebody's Dream. Maybe Everything's A Dream, And Nothing Else.