How Sad And Bad And Mad It

Rats They Fought The Dogs And Killed The Cats, And Bit The Babies In The Cradles, And Ate The Cheeses Out Of The Vats, And Licked The Soup From The Cook's Own Ladles. Split Open The Kegs Of Salted Sprats, Made Nests Inside Men's Sunday Hats, And Even Spoiled The Women's Chats By Drowning Their Speaking With Shrieking And Squeaking In Fifty Different Sharps And Flats.

Love Is Energy Of Life.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.