For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

So Since I'm Still Here Livin', I Guess I Will Live On. I Could've Died For Love-- But For Livin' I Was Born.

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning. I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning. If I Thought Thoughts In Bed, Them Thoughts Would Bust My Head-- So I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning.

This Morning I Paid Seventy Cents For Two Little Old Dried-up Slivers Of Bacon And One Cockeyed Egg. It Took Me Till Noon To Get My Appetite Back.

Cheap Little Rhymes A Cheap Little Tune Are Sometimes As Dangerous As A Sliver Of The Moon.