The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.

Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty.

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

Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.

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.

Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.