It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air.
Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.
This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.
If you'd never been born, then you might be an Isn't! An Isn't has no fun at all. No, he disn't.