Dance Well With A Woman, And She's

If You Must Mount The Gallows, Give A Jest To The Crowd, A Coin The Hangman, And Make The Drop With A Smile On Your Lips.

You Could Weave Silk From Pig Bristles Before You Could Make A Man Anything But A Man.

A Pig Painted Gold Is Still A Pig.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.

If Wishes Had Wings, Sheep Would Fly.