Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless. Christmas dinner's dark and blue. When you stop and try to see it From the turkey's point of view.

I myself do not believe in explaining anything.

This bridge will take you halfway there - the last few steps you will have to take yourself.

Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He got tickled by his mom. Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor, . . . . And all the more that he kept gigglin', All the more folks kept ticklin'. He shrieked and screamed and rolled around, Laughed his way right out of town. Through the country down the road, He got tickled by a toad. . . . . Giggling, rolling on his back He rolled on the railroad track. Rumble, rumble, whistle, roar- Tom ain't ticklish any more.

We can't hold hands― Someone might see. Won't you please Hold toes with me?

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.