Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.

So - here I am in the dark alone, There's nobody here to see; I think to myself, I play to myself, And nobody knows what I say to myself; Here I am in the dark alone, What is it going to be? I can think whatever I like to think, I can play whatever I like to play, I can laugh whatever I like to laugh, There's nobody here but me.

There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew, Who had so many things which he wanted to do That, whenever he thought it was time to begin, He couldn't because of the state he was in.

This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore.