And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children." "But they make no sense!" Summer protested "Ah, well," said Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.

I left the fairy tales lying on the floor of the nursery, and I have not found any books so sensible since.

Rock-a-bye Baby In the tree topWhen the wind blows The cradle will rock.When the bough breaksThe cradle will fallAnd Mama will catch you Cradle and all!

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her dear dog a bone.Though the cupboard was bare,When she focused elsewhereHer heart overflowed with fun!

Sillman looked at his interrogator with hopeless eyes. 'I think while I was passed out, I dreamed about my mom's gingerbread cookies. Maybe the guy who knocked on the glass was eatin' one.' 'Mm,' said Peace-not-War. 'Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.