The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright,

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?

Come, Boy, Sit Down. Sit Down And Rest." And The Boy Did. And The Tree Was Happy.

If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.

A Hippo Sandwich Is Easy To Make. All You Do Is Simply Take One Slice Of Bread, One Slice Of Cake, Some Mayonnaise, One Onion Ring, One Hippopotamus, One Piece Of String, A Dash Of Pepper. That Ought To Do It. And Now Comes The Problem... Biting Into It!