He stands beside the road in a purple cap and tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
What can go up a chimney down, but cannot go down a chimney up?
We are very little creaturesx all of us have different features. One of us in glass is setx one of us you''ll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and a fourth is boxed within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates, join and bind to reason make.
''Twas in heaven pronounced, ''twas muttered in hell, and echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth it was permitted to rest, and in the depths of its presence there was confessed.
Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye, and a long tail which she let flyx and every time she went through a gap, a bit of her tail she left in a trap. What is she?
Marking mortal privation, when firmly in place. An enduring summation, inscribed in my face.
Remember the face of your father
And say your lesson well
Then kiss the girls to heaven
And send the grooms to hell
Across the distance childe
Some will call you friend
But those that slap the leather
Are all you can depend
Revolve with loaded questions
To answers long and gone
Justice is not easy
In a world that has moved on
Still you seek the spire
Still you play your part
Lie with open honesty
Then kill them with your heart
The Sound Of A Million Doors Opening, Closing, Creating, And Breaking-me