If you start on the right road you’re sure to go wrong.
You can go on your feet, you can go on a bike,
But the right way is wrong when you start on a hike.”
Brent said in that funny, drawly way he has, “I rather like that song. It hasn’t any object.”
“It hasn’t any subject or predicate either,” I said. “All the injunctions are qualified by the propositions.”
“You mean conjunctions and prepositions,” Pee-wee yelled. “That shows how much you know about grammar.”
“It’s the geography of the song that I like,” Brent said. “I’d like to go there.”
“Where?” the kid asked.
“To the left,” Brent said. “I’ve heard there’s a lot of fun there.” He was lying on his back looking right up into the sky, and his hands were clasped behind his head. He seemed awful funny—sober like.
“Well, you can bet I’m not going there,” Pee-wee said.