little bird! I ain?t no little bird! I ain?t no little bird! I ain?t no little bird! I ain?t no little bird!
out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought
go to the ball with us. [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD] And perhaps a sticky bun?... Or four?... [CINDERELLA] Birds in the sky, Birds in the eaves, I the
work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are
the dunk tank, vipers in the garden Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market All God's critters hold positions Some are violent, some are
The old cynicism is gone We have faith in our ears We're optimistic, as to what becomes of it all It really boils down to our ability to accept We don