...if You Get Confused, Just

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

It's Better To Wear Seaweed Socks Than Stick A Melon In Your Brother's Ear.

Once In Awhile You Get Shown The Light, In The Strangest Of Places If You Look It Right