I'd Let My Golden Chances Pass Me

When The Dog Bites, When The Bee Stings, When I'm Feeling Sad, I Simply Remember My Favorite Things And Then I Don't Feel So Bad.

But I'm Only A Cockeyed Optimist.

It Is A Modern Tragedy That Despair Has So Many Spokesmen, And Hope So Few.

Do You Love Me Because I'm Beautiful, Or Am I Beautiful Because You Love Me?

I Know The World Is Filled With Troubles And Many Injustices. But Reality Is As Beautiful As It Is Ugly. I Think It Is Just As Important To Sing About Beautiful Mornings As It Is To Talk About Slums. I Just Couldn't Write Anything Without Hope In It.