Sometimes Crazy Just Isn't Enough.

There's No Limit To How Much You'll Know, Depending How Far Beyond Zebra You Go.

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.

And Will You Succeed? Yes Indeed, Yes Indeed! Ninety-eight And Three-quarters Percent Guaranteed!

Thank Goodness For All The Things You Are Not, Thank Goodness You're Not Something Someone Forgot, And Left All Alone In Some Punkerish Place, Like A Rusty Tin Coat Hanger Hanging In Space.

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