When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles... ...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

If you want to get things you can't buy in a store, you have to do things never thought of before.

How did it get so late so soon?

A kid is a guy I never wrote down to. He's interested in what I say if I make it interesting.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

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