None Of The Jungle People Like Being

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.

Smells Are Surer Than Sounds Or Sights To Make Your Heartstrings Crack.

Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.