I learned there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some from behind.
My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.
Everything stinks until it's finished.
You're never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.
Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. Oh! The places you'll go!
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?