Forget Not Your Past, For In The

If Growing Up Means It Would Be Beneath My Dignity To Climb A Tree, I'll Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up! Not Me!

On These Magic Shores Children At Play Are For Ever Beaching Their Coracles. We Too Have Been There; We Can Still Hear The Sound Of The Surf, Though We Shall Land No More.

Forget Not Your Past, For In The Future It May Help You Grow

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.

All Of This Has Happened Before, And It Will All Happen Again.