If It Had Grown Up, It Would

You Have To Run As Fast As You Can Just To Stay Where You Are. If You Want To Get Anywhere, You'll Have To Run Much Faster.

Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup! Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop Of The E--e--evening, Beautiful, Beautiful Soup!

Courtesy Is A Small Act But It Packs A Mighty Wallop.

It’s A Miserable Story!” Said Bruno. “it Begins Miserably, And It Ends Miserablier. I Think I Shall Cry. Sylvie, Please Lend Me Your Handkerchief.” “i Haven’t Got It With Me,” Sylvie Whispered. “then I Won’t Cry,” Said Bruno Manfully.

You Won't Make Yourself A Bit Realer By Crying.