You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.

And the turtles, of course...all the turtles are free, as turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

Unslumping yourself is not easily done.

And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

Don't grumble! Don't stew! Some critters are much-much, Oh, ever so much-much So muchly much-much more unlucky than you!