I am Sam. Sam I Am.

Every Who Down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot.

From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.

Up at Lake Winna-Bango . . . the far northern shore . . lives a huge herd of moose.

'Young man,' laughed the farmer, 'You're sort of a fool!'

It's hard to believe such a thing could be true, And I hope such a thing never happens to you.

In all the whole town, the most wonderful spot is behind Sneelock's Store in the big vacant lot.

In the beginning, Bartholomew Cubbins didn't have five hundred hats.

They still talk about it in the kingdom of Didd as the Year the King Got Angry with the sky.

Said a book-reading parrot named Hooey, 'The words in this book are all phooey.'

You know . . . It makes a fellow think.

Everyone wants a big green kangaroo.

The time has come. The time has come. The time is now.

Please let me be. Please go away.

The news just came in from the Couny of Keck that a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck is yawning so wide you can look down his neck.

I've always lived in Dinkerville, My friends all live here too.

At the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows, and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows . . .

Big A, little a, What begins with A?

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

This was no time for play. This was no time for fun. This was no time for games. There was work to be done.