And The Boy Loved The Tree.......very Much.

Just 'cause Somethin' Ain't Been Done Don't Mean It Can't Be Did.

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?

My Beard Grows Down To My Toes, I Never Wears No Clothes, I Wraps My Hair Around My Bare, And Down The Road I Goes.

If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.

One Day He Said, "i'll Tell This Town How It Feels To Be An Unfunny Clown." And He Told Them All Why He Looked So Sad, And He Told Them All Why He Felt So Bad. He Told Of Pain And Rain And Cold, He Told Of Darkness In His Soul, And After He Finished His Tale Of Woe, Did Everyone Cry? Oh No, No, No, They Laughed Until They Shook The Trees... And While The World Laughed Outside. Cloony The Clown Sat Down And Cried.