I just got a letter from my little brother. he can read and write pretty good, better than I can. he said that our parents took the money they got from making me become a chimney sweep and put him through school with it, and since he's 7, he can't go work in the factory. he says that school is easy, because all they say are important are facts. he says there's no room for singing or having fun and those that are found lollygaggin' are punished severely. doesn't sounds like anything i'd want to be gettin' myself into. at least up on the rooftops I can sing a quiet tune to myself every now and then.