Singer and tailor am I<br>Doubled the joys that I know<br>Proud of my lilt to the sky$$$<br>Proud of the house that I sew<br>Over and under$$$ so weave I my music<br>So weave I the house that I sew.

Come back to town. Bring your darn ukelele! We don't care anymore!

As he held he closed his jaws tighter and tighter$$$ for he made sure he would be banged to death$$$ and$$$ for the honor of his family$$$ he preferred to be found with his teeth locked.

And the Eldest Magician said$$$ 'How wise are little children who see and are silent!'

Pleasant it is for the Little Tin Gods<br>When great Jove nods;<br>But Little Tin Gods make their little mistakes<br>In missing the hour when great Jove wakes.

Respect the aged! It was a thick voice$$$ a muddy voice$$$ that would have made you shudder$$$ a voice like something soft breaking in two.

Then the Kolokolo Bird said with a mournful cry$$$ "Go to the banks of the great$$$ grey-green greasy Limpopo River$$$ all set about with fever-trees$$$ and find out."

I have been fellow to a beggar again and again under circumstances which prevented either of us finding out whether the other was worthy.

The toad beneath the harrow knows<br>Where every separate tooth-point goes;<br>The butterfly upon the road<br>Preaches contentment to that toad.

A man-trained boy would have been badly bruised$$$ for the fall was a good fifteen feet$$$ but Mowgli fell as Baloo had taught him to fall$$$ and landed on his feet.