“It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in a jar……
It’s finger lickin” good!
That old black magic has me in it’s spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Ham: Hey, Smalls, You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: Some More Of What?
Ham: No, Do You Wanna S’More?
Smalls: I Haven’T Had Anything Yet, So How Can I Have Some More Of Nothing?
Ham: You’Re Killing Me Smalls!