If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come.
If we shadows have offended, think but this; and all is mended that you have but slumbered here while these…
Willie Willie Harry Stee Harry Dick John Harry three; One two three Neds, Richard two Harrys four five six... then…
Thou art so true that thoughts of you suffice To make dreams truths and fables histories
It takes more than a green bough.
I kept a green bough in my heart…the bird came in and shat on it.