For A Host, Above All, Must Be

A Life Is A Life No Matter How Small

And What Happened Then? Well, In Whoville They Say That The Grinch's Small Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

I Get All My Ideas In Switzerland Near The Forka Pass. There Is A Little Town Called Gletch, And Two Thousand Feet Up Above Gletch There Is A Smaller Hamlet Called Über Gletch. I Go There On The Fourth Of August Every Summer To Get My Cuckoo Clock Fixed. While The Cuckoo Is In The Hospital, I Wander Around And Talk To The People In The Streets. They Are Very Strange People, And I Get My Ideas From Them.

And This Mess Is So Big And So Deep And So Tall, We Cannot Pick It Up. There Is No Way At All!

A Kid Is A Guy I Never Wrote Down To. He's Interested In What I Say If I Make It Interesting.