When Late Morning Rolls Around

I Suppose That Every One Of Us Hopes Secretly For Immortality; To Leave, I Mean, A Name Behind Him Which Will Live Forever In This World, Whatever He May Be Doing, Himself, In The Next.

For One Person Who Dreams Of Making Fifty Thousand Pounds, A Hundred People Dream Of Being Left Fifty Thousand Pounds.

So - Here I Am In The Dark Alone, There's Nobody Here To See; I Think To Myself, I Play To Myself, And Nobody Knows What I Say To Myself; Here I Am In The Dark Alone, What Is It Going To Be? I Can Think Whatever I Like To Think, I Can Play Whatever I Like To Play, I Can Laugh Whatever I Like To Laugh, There's Nobody Here But Me.

For I Am A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And Long Words Bother Me.

Piglet: "how Do You Spell 'love'?" Winnie The Pooh: "you Don't Spell It...you Feel It."