And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
Everything stinks until it's finished.
Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.
Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.
You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!