Like the walrus and the oysters,
Moochie weeps for the tens of thousands of gallons of jet fuel burned for the Obamas' separate vacations, and Rover, and Mrs. Rover, and global warming/climate change/whatever ...... "I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. "O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Like the walrus and the oysters,Back in the 50's my mom's one extravagance was buying a set of encyclopedias that were in a glass topped book table. In the center shelves were books with short stories and poems. That graphic was like wham a blast from the past. It was in one of those books. Alas,I still have the encyclopedias but the books are missing. Those books drove my love of reading which continues to this day.