Adults Are Only Obsolete Children.

My Uncle Ordered Popovers From The Restaurant's Bill Of Fare. And, When They Were Served, He Regarded Them With A Penetrating Stare. Then He Spoke Great Words Of Wisdom As He Sat There On That Chair: "to Eat These Things," Said My Uncle, "you Must Exercise Great Care. You May Swallow Down What's Solid, But You Must Spit Out The Air!" And As You Partake Of The World's Bill Of Fare, That's Darned Good Advice To Follow. Do A Lot Of Spitting Out The Hot Air. And Be Careful What You Swallow.

If Things Start Happening, Don't Worry, Don't Stew, Just Go Right Along And You'll Start Happening Too.

One Fish. Two Fish. Red Fish. Blue Fish. Black Fish. Blue Fish. Old Fish. New Fish. This One Has A Little Star. This One Has A Little Car. Say! What A Lot Of Fish There Are.

You're A Monster, Mr. Grinch. Your Heart's An Empty Hole. Your Brain Is Full Of Spiders, You've Got Garlic In Your Soul.

Unless Someone Like You Cares A Whole Awful Lot, Nothing Is Going To Get Better. It's Not.