The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I

Oh, Adam Was A Gardener, And God Who Made Him Sees That Half A Proper Gardener's Work Is Done Upon His Knees, So When Your Work Is Finished, You Can Wash Your Hands And Pray For The Glory Of The Garden, That It May Not Pass Away!

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.

Body And Spirit I Surrendered Whole To Harsh Instructors And Received A Soul... If Mortal Man Could Change Me Through And Through From All I Was What May The God Not Do?