How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!
It looks like a bothering sort of day.
Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.
What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
But now I am six. And I'm clever as clever. And now I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.
I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true