“I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will!Yes, weekly from Southampton, Great steamers, white and gold, Go rolling down to Rio(Roll down—roll down to Rio!) And I'd like to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old!I've never seen a Jaguar, Nor yet an ArmadillO dilloing in his armour, And I s'pose I never will,Unless I go to RioThese wonders to beholdRoll down—roll down to RioRoll really down to Rio!Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old!”
“Rio rios.”
“I lay on my stomach, reached down and poked him. He rolled up. Then, feeling safe, I suppose, he slowly unrolled. He travelled a few inches in his hundred legs and I touched him again. He rolled up. Feeling sleepy, I decided to end things. My hand was going down on him when Jem spoke.”
“A tear rolled down my cheekAnd more came downUntil tears rolled down like a stream.My eyes were blind with tears for you.They washed my eyes till I could see.”
“I just let it roll. Like a hot turd down a hill.”
“I've always loved books. I was an avid reader, with any number of my own stories rolling around in my head. Writing them down seemed a logical step.”