"There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure."
Boy: The answer to that false belief that there is no such thing as perpetual motion.
"We are two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going-
North and South excursions making.
Power enjoying- elbows stretching- fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless-eating, drinking and sleeping. "