The World Will Be Solved By Millions

I Get Up Each Morning, Gather My Wits, Pick Up The Paper And Read The Obits. If I'm Not There, I Know I'm Not Dead, So I Eat A Good Breakfast And Go Back To Bed.

Some Folklorists Just Collected Dead Bones From One Graveyard, Only To Bury Them In Another, Their Library.

In The Sixties, During The Vietnam War, When Anarchists And Pacifists And Socialists, Democrats And Republicans, Decent-hearted Americans, All Recoiled With Horror At The Bloodbath, We Came Together.

Get People To Sing Together And They'll Act Together Too.

My Mother Wanted Me To Learn How To Read Music. She'd Given Fiddles To My Two Older Brothers, But They'd Rebelled. I Came Along And My Father Said, "oh, Let Peter Enjoy Himself." What She Did Was Leave Musical Instruments All Around The House. Whistles, Marimbas, Squeeze Boxes, A Piano And Organ. By Age Six Or Seven, I Could Bang Out A Simple Tune On Almost Anything. I Developed A Good Ear, So I Didn't Learn To Read Music Until I Taught Myself At Age Eighteen, 'cause I Was Hearing So Many Good Songs I Couldn't Possibly Remember Them All.