There is only one child in the world and the Child's name is All Children.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
OJIBWA Flitting white-fire insects! Wandering small-fire beasts! Wave little stars about my bed! Weave little stars into my sleep! Come, little dancing white-fire bug, Come, little flitting white-fire beast! Light me with your white-flame magic, Your little star-torch.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, 'Come and find me, come and find me'.