Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale

But I, When I Undress Me Each Night, Upon My Knees Will Ask The Lord To Bless Me With Apple-pie And Cheese.

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.

Let My Temptation Be A Book.

I Never Lost A Little Fish - Yes, I'm Free To Say. It Always Was The Biggest Fish I Caught, That Got Away.

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.