I can be someone's and still be my own.

Teddy said it was a hat, So I put it on. Now dad is saying, "where the heck's the toilet plunger gone?

I am writing these poems from inside a lion.

If you want to find out what a writer or a cartoonist really feels, look at his work. That's enough.

I can be someone's and still be my own.

Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh. Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle. Oh, heck, It's up to my neck. Oh, dread, It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

everything isn't everything