For se waik an' se silly, an' helpless was I, I was always a tumbling down then, While me mother would twattle me gently, and cry Honey Jenny: tak' care o' thysen.

with those decades of life come many hard-won lessons, and at this stage of the game, McCartney’s not above preaching a bit.

It is co-curated by Shulamith (a.k.a. Shuli) Berger

Such feelings are normal, but don't let them paralyze you. Few things are as tragic as a quivering, hesitant bitchling!