Isn't it interesting? English is one of those peculiar languages. There is no egg in the eggplant, no ham in the hamburger and neither pine nor apple in the pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England, French fries were not invented in France. Quicksand takes you down slowly. Boxing rings are square. And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. If writers write, how come fingers don't fing? If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth? If the teacher taught, why hasn't the preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what the heck does a humanitarian eat? Why do people recite at a play, yet play at a recital? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? And you fill in a form by filling it out. Does it reflect the creativity of the human race? (Which of course isn't a race at all.) And why is it that when I wind up my watch it starts, but when I wind up this poem it ends.