— The Narrator, At the Mountains of Madness
Said the first kiddie, let's go home before it gets dark
the first two went on their merry way home.
The third stayed playing. All alone
Come here little child, come to me!
The bushes whispered softly
They say curiosity killed the cat...
— My secret Note #1, Cry of Fear
I finished the oft-spoken rhyme with him: "—that leads to only who-knows-where." Then I added, "but inquisitiveness will pay dividends when I'm a senior monitor."