If I Have Brightened Up One Single

At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

But Still, If It's True, How Can It Be A Lie?

Then She Yelled After The Girl, 'no, We Haven't Seen Any Bald 'uns All Days. But Yesterday Seventeen Of 'em Went By. Arm In Arm!

The Girl Hurried Away, But Then Pippi Shouted, "did He Have Big Ears That Reached Way Down To His Shoulders?" "no," Said The Girl And Turned And Came Running Back In Amazement. "you Don't Mean To Say That You Have Seen A Man Walk By With Such Big Ears?" "i Have Never Seen Anyone Who Walks With His Ears," Said Pippi. "all The People I Know Walk With Their Feet.

And So I Write The Way I Myself Would Like The Book To Be – If I Were A Child. I Write For The Child Within Me.