“Are wild strawberries really wild?Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?Can they be trained to not growl at the guests?Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess?Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows,or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetlycan you ever feel that you trust them completely?Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.”

“I'm making a listI'm making a list of things I must sayFor politeness,And goodness and kindness and gentlenessSweetness and rightness:HelloPardon meHow are you?Excuse meBless youMay I?Thank youGoodbyeIf you know some that I've forgot,Please stick them in you eye!”

“i made myself a snowballAs perfect as can be.I thought I'd keep it as a pet,And let it sleep with me.I made it some pajamasAnd a pillow for it's head.Then last night it ran away,But first - It wet the bed.”

“Ourchestra:So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly.So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose.So we haven't any cymbals-We'll just slap our hands together,And though there may be orchestrasThat sound a little betterWith their fancy shiny instrumentsThat cost an awful lot-Hey, we're making music twice as goodBy playing what we've got!”

“No DifferenceSmall as a peanut,Big as a giant,We're all the same sizeWhen we turn off the light.Rich as a sultan,Poor as a mite,We're all worth the sameWhen we turn off the light.Red, black or orange,Yellow or white, We all look the sameWhen we turn off the light.So maybe the way, To make everything rightIs for god to just reach outAnd turn off the light!”

“When I am gone what will you do?Who will write and draw for you?Someone smarter--someone new?Someone better--maybe YOU!”

“I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you...""You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself.”