She tried to whistle, but nothing happened, so she sang out loud instead, a song her father had made up for her when she was a little baby and which had always made her laugh. It went,Oh --- my twitchy witchy girlThat was what she sang as she sauntered through the woods, and her voice hardly trembled at all. (pp. 156-57)
I think you are so nice,
I give you bowls of porridge
And I give you bowls of ice
Cream.
I give you lots of kisses,
And I give you lots of hugs,
But I never give you sandwiches
With bugs
In.
"You have to study a great deal to know a little."
Pensees et Fragments Inedits de Montesquieu
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