Oh, I Wish I Lived In A Caravan!’ Said Jimmy Longingly. ‘how Lovely It Must Be To Live In A House That Has Wheels And Can Go Away Down The Lanes And Through The Towns, And Stand Still In Fields At Night!
They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.
All Of Japan Once A Year Will Get Up On Their Rooftops, Because That's The Night That The Shepherd Boy From One Side Of The Milky Way Gets To Meet The Weaver Girl On The Other Side Of The Milky Way. They All Get Up On Their Roofs And Watch That Night. So They Long For 365 Days And Then On The 365th Night, They See The Result Of That Longing.
If You Get Up On Stage And Brag, I Don't Think That's Very Brave. It's Braver To Get Up And Take Your Clothes Off. And I Do That Every Night.
The Dude In Red's Back At The Pole, Up North Where Everything Is Cold. But If He Were Right Here Tonight, He'd Say 'merry Christmas! And To All, A Good Night!'
If It Wasn't For O'flanagan's Pub On Manhattan's Upper East Side, I Don't Know Where I Would Have Spent My Friday Nights As A Young Man.
Most Gun Dealers Follow The Law And Run Honest Businesses. But The Statistics Show That 1 Percent Of Dealers Sell More Than Half Of All Illegal Guns. Why Isn't The Federal Government Going After Them? Here's One Reason: Unlike Mayors, Members Of Congress Don't Get A Phone Call In The Middle Of The Night When A Cop Is Shot And Killed. They Don't Deliver The Eulogies.
You Are Safer Here Tonight Than You Would Be On The Streets Of Any Other City In The World.
I Have Played A Boxer, A Cowboy, A Knight, A Prince, An Elf And A Pirate. I Am So Glad To Have Done All Of That Already.
My Whole Career Has Been Fulfilling My Childhood Fantasies, Playing Characters That Are Larger Than Life, Getting To Play A Knight, An Elf, A Prince, And A Soldier.
Under The Ground Seep The Toxins Of The Population That Lives Above. If You Have To, You Will Eat Roots And Earthworms. It Is Always Night. Candles Burn In Lanterns Made From Tin Cans. When It Is Nighttime Up Above, You Can Crawl Out, But Only For A Little While. You Feel Ashamed Of Your Matted Hair, Your Torn Clothes, The Dirt On Your Face. Who Would Want To Speak To You? They Are All Shiny And Pretty. They Have Parents And House With Gardens. What Do You Have? The Earth. Whole Handfuls Of It. The Lizard People With Their Slit Eyes And Scaly Skin. Your Loneliness. Your Longing.
