But The Age Of Miracles Hadn't Passed.

Summer Time An' The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin' An' The Cotton Is High. Oh, Yo' Daddy's Rich, And Yo' Ma' Is Good-lookin', So Hush, Little Baby, Don' Yo' Cry.

What Usually Comes First Is The Contract.

Deep, Unspeakable Suffering May Well Be Called A Baptism, A Regeneration, The Initiation Into A New State.

The Future Of This Nation, With The Present Generation, You Must Admit Is Nothing But A Joke

Summertime And The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin', And The Cotton Is High.