A little story:

There was once a little soul who lived in a hole in the wide old oak.

She never spoke, she never spoke, but dreamed and when she woke,

She realized that her tongue was gone.

She left the oak, and went looking for her words,

Where could they be THOUGHT she and she traveled first to the WILLOW TREE,

Near the CABIN in the WOODS and looked there, looked for the COLORFUL words.

No one lived in the OLD CABIN as it had been abandoned many YEARS.

She looked in the CHAIR, and UNDER the bed.

She looked in the MIRROR over her HEAD.

She looked with PLEASURE, she looked with DREAD.

She picked up the MANY WORDS and CARRIED them HOME.

For here were a FEW, and ENOUGH, she said.

The next morning her tongue had returned.

She breathed in deeply knowing full well what she had learned.