Nora

The beautiful little black lamb and,
The pretty little white lamb went to school;
And wisdom and knowledge were their best friends,
And by their fruits you shall know them.

Nora is my friend but,
When you are half-way up means you are half-way down!
For the eye is the light of the body.

I am the pilot in the sky and,
Politeness is the act of choosing among your thoughts;
And you will know them by their fruits.