When the light turns green, you go.When the light turns red, you stop.But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

A Light in the Attic,

Unless the green light is turned into a red light, unless there's a clear message (from) Mr. Arafat to stop terrorism, there can't be any peace process.

The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.

He was almost there, when...Smash! Crash! Bash! He slid down and mashed into engine hash the little engine that almost could.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.