Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.