He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

My Brain Is Dull, My Sight Is Foul, I Cannot Write A Verse, Or Read-- Then, Pallas, Take Away Thine Owl, And Let Us Have A Lark Instead.