Instead Of Tug O' War, Let's Play

So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

Never Explain What You Do. It Speaks For Itself. You Only Muddle It By Talking About It.

Ourchestra: So You Haven't Got A Drum, Just Beat Your Belly. So I Haven't Got A Horn-i'll Play My Nose. So We Haven't Any Cymbals- We'll Just Slap Our Hands Together, And Though There May Be Orchestras That Sound A Little Better With Their Fancy Shiny Instruments That Cost An Awful Lot- Hey, We're Making Music Twice As Good By Playing What We've Got!

Beware Of Being The Roller / When There's Nothing Left To Roll

I Was Always Prepared For Success But That Means That I Have To Be Prepared For Failure, Too.