The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.
Just tell yourself, Duckie, you're real quite lucky.
Teeth are always in style.
The words in this book are all phooey. When you say them, your lips will make slips and back flips and your tongue may end up in Saint Looey!
Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.
I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.