If You Want To Make A Song

I Have A House Where I Go, When There's Too Many People, I Have A House Where I Go Where No One Can Be; I Have A House Where I Go, Where Nobody Ever Says "no" Where No One Says Anything - So There Is No One But Me.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved More Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, “there Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.” But All The Little Streams Higher Up In The Forest Went This Way And That, Quickly, Eagerly, Having So Much To Find Out Before It Was Too Late.

James Gave The Huffle Of A Snail In Danger. And Nobody Heard Him At All.

One Does Not Argue About The Wind In The Willows.

Nowhere Can I Think So Happily As In A Train.