What was that you gave me to eat?' Winter panicked.A Filler Crisp,' Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.

[Clover] secretly hitched a ride with a nice German couple and their new baby...Clover appeared to the baby, so as to be a delightful, soothing surprise. Well, the child did like Clover. In fact, she held him and cooed. When the parents turned around to look at her and saw their child holding a furry, living creature, they needlessly panicked.

You have food?' Winter scolded. 'I thought you said you were hungry.'I'm hungry for other things besides what I have,' [Clover] argued.

When---when I dance,' she said quietly. 'When I dance, I---I forget all the---the bad things.' 'I---I only remember the good things. That is the b-best thing about d-dancing.

Corned beef and cabbage and leprechaun men.Colorful rainbows hide gold at their end.Shamrocks and clovers with three leaves plus one.Dress up in green—add a top hat for fun.Steal a quick kiss from the lasses in red.A tin whistle tune off the top of my head.Friends, raise a goblet and offer this to.