I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.

I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as legislature.... So people who go to bed to sleep Must count French premiers or sheep, And people who ought to arise from bed Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

Some one invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers.

Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.

The further through life I drift the more obvious it becomes that I am lacking in thrift.