The Knowingness Of Little Girls,

Ah! Some Love Paris, / And Some Purdue. / But Love Is An Archer With A Low I.q. / A Bold, Bad Bowman, And Innocent Of Pity. / So I'm In Love With / New York City.

If Childhood Is Still A State, It Is Now Chiefly A State Of Confusion.

It's Hard / Keeping Up With The Avant-garde.

Let Others, Worn With Living / And Living's Aftermath, / Take Sleep To Heal The Heart's Distress, / Take Love To Be Their Comfortress, / Take Song Or Food Or Fancy Dress, / But I Shall Take A Bath.

Sons Do Not Need You. They Are Always Out Of Your Reach, Walking Strange Waters.