If There's A Heaven Upon The Earth,

So I Have Talked With Betsey And Betsey Has Talked With Me, And We Have Agreed Together That We Can't Never Agree

And That Was The Way The Deuce Was To Pay As It Always Is, At The Close Of The Day That Gave Us

Cover Them Over With Beautiful Flowers, Deck Them With Garlands, Those Brothers Of Ours, Lying So Silent By Night And By Day.

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.

Boys Flying Kites Haul In Their White Winged Birds; You Can't Do That Way When You're Flying Words. Careful With Fire, Is Good Advice We Know Careful With Words, Is Ten Times Doubly So. Thoughts Unexpressed May Sometimes Fall Back Dead; But God Himself Can't Kill Them When They're Said.