A Pest Is A Person Who Can

Children, Behold The Chimpanzee: He Sits On The Ancestral Tree From Which We Sprang In Ages Gone.

There Are More Fish Taken Out Of A Stream Than Ever Were In It.

Only The Young Die Good.

I Sometimes Think The Pussy-willows Grey Are Angel Kittens Who Have Lost Their Way, And Every Bulrush On The River Bank A Cat-tail From Some Lovely Cat Astray.

Manuscript: Something Submitted In Haste And Returned At Leisure.