My uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare. Then he spoke great words of wisdom as he sat there on that chair: "To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care. You may swallow down what's solid, but you must spit out the air!" And as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow.

Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.

Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

Got something new , maybe it'll work before the end of the day if that's ok .

You are the guy who'll decide where to go.