Don't ask why the elephants wear such large shoes,
And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers,
And why the sailing birds are all Romantics.

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

I've been to Australia.
I've met the devil
drank beer
and snogged kangaroos.

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.

To be a romantic is to believe anything can happen to us.