I Take You And Pile

I Glory In This World Of Men And Women, Torn With Troubles, Yet Living On To Love And Laugh Through It All.

Drum On Your Drums, Batter On Your Banjos, Sob On The Long Cool Winding Saxophones. Go To It, O Jazzmen.

The Moon Is A Friend For The Lonesome To Talk To.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.