By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.