Gone Out. Backson. Busy Backson.

I Knew When I Met You An Adventure Was Going To Happen.

I Was Walking Along Looking For Somebody, And Then Suddenly I Wasn't Anymore.

Hallo, Rabbit,” He Said, “is That You?” "let’s Pretend It Isn’t,” Said Rabbit, “and See What Happens.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks, And Sometimes I Just Sits.