Some People Could Look At

Such As I Am, I Am A Precious Gift.

You Have No Idea, Sir, How Difficult It Is To Be The Victim Of Benevolence.

Magic Is Older Than Writing. So Nobody Knows How It Started.

Now They Got To Look Into Me Loving Tea Cake And See Whether It Was Done Right Or Not! They Don't Know If Life Is A Mess Of Corn-meal Dumplings, And If Love Is A Bed-quilt!

Perhaps I Am Just A Coward Who Loves To Laugh At Life Better Than I Do Cry With It. But When I Do Get To Crying, Boy, I Can Roll A Mean Tear.