The wizard said, Pay no attention to the man behind me!

Walt Whitman said it best: keep your face to the sun, and this will follow. Only one figure is known to have lost it, though he chased it. We all have one, and sometimes more than one, at the same time, but we also have none.

Ah, me dearie! In this leather pouch, fortune finds its cozy rest, clink-clink goes the gold, snug as a leprechaun's nest. A guardian o' luck, it dances with rainbows in yer pocket.

Like a vampire I come for your blood, Each vial sorted for cause. I don't use my teeth, I have needles for ease, To withdraw a sample for testing.

What glides gracefully in a lake? Soaring and swimming it’s own ballet. Long and slender, but not a goose. A tragic dance, no happy end.