So whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood outside his cave, hating the Whos.
Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by pride.
Flower gleam and glow. Let your powers shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine.
Come little children, I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children, the times come to play Here in my garden of magic.
A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in the other's eyes. When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.
Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
Magic Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?
His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move poste haste.
The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame Jaws that bait and claws that catch Beware the Jabberwock, my son The frumious Bandersnatch
'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld.
And Shepherds we shall be, For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee. And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
The wind began to switch. The house, to pitch. And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour.
We're 5 little items of an everyday sort. You'll find us all in a tennis court.
Oh, the Captain loved the ladies But he dragged himself a wife Now he's wishin' he was fishin' But he's on the hook for life.
Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in. Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin? Well then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. [axes the door]
Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.