One of the things that we knew if you can build a snack that tastes great and it's better for you, you've got the start of a winning proposition.

It's maybe that mid-afternoon snack attack or maybe you want that call before lunch.

One, two! One, two! and through and through / The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!/ He left it dead, and with its head / He went galumphing back.

She will not come back, but her beauty, her voice, will echo until the end of time. She believed in something beyond herself, and her death gave her voice power it didn’t have in life. She was pure, like your father. We, you and I” — he touches my chest with the back of his index finger — “are dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts. We are lesser creatures in the grand scheme of things, but without us men of war, no one except those of Lykos would hear Eo’s song. Without our rough hands, the dreams of the pure hearts would never be built.

He knew / Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

One adjective - kind - is repeated by all who knew Peter. Peter was also a devoted husband, father, grandfather and son.