I know it may seem small and insignificant, but it's not about what it is, it's about what it can become. That's not a seed, any more than you're just a boy.

One fish. Two fish. Red fish. Blue fish. Black fish. Blue fish. Old fish. New fish. This one has a little star. This one has a little car. Say! What a lot of fish there are.

Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind

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?

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

Everything stinks until it's finished.

For a host, above all, must be kind to his guests.