A Spark Can Become A Flame, A

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

Words, As You Well Know, Can Be Powerful. - Digger

Night Is Done, Gone The Moon, Gone The Stars From The Skies. Fades The Black Of Night Comes The Morn With Rosy Light. Fold Your Wings, Go To Sleep, Rest Your Gizzards, Safe You'll Be For The Day. Glaux Is Nigh. Far Away Is First Black, But It Shall Seep Back Over Field Over Flower In The Twilight Hour. We Are Home In Our Tree. We Are Owls, We Are Free. As We Go, This We Know Glaux Is Nigh.

Our Lives Are Just Spectacles. We Are Like Dolls, In A Sense, To Be Observed And Played With - Often With Cruel And Deceitful Intentions - In An Unreal World.

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.