So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!
You can't dribble on bow ties.
It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.
When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles... ...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle.