The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.

Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That’s the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it’s snowing, I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.

But all ladies think they weigh too much.

No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.

There has been a lot of progress during my lifetime, but I'm afraid it's heading in the wrong direction.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

When you're wrong admit it, when you're right, shut up.