Three jolly gentlemen, / In coats of red, / Rode their horses / Up to bed.

Three jolly Farmers / Once bet a pound / Each dance the other would / Off the ground.

The Red Coats are coming! The Red Coats are coming!

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom.

("Out Of The Deep")

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

Do diddle di do, / Poor Jim Jay / Got stuck fast / In Yesterday.