One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.

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.

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

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.

And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.