You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

A Man Who Sees Another Man On The Street Corner With Only A Stump For An Arm Will Be So Shocked The First Time He'll Give Him Sixpence. But The Second Time It'll Only Be A Three Penny Bit. And If He Sees Him A Third Time, He'll Have Him Cold-bloodedly Handed Over To The Police.

Oh! Moon Of Alabama We Now Must Say Good-bye We've Lost Our Good Old Mama And Must Have Whiskey Oh, You Know Why!

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.

He Who Is Still Laughing Is He Who Hasn't Heard The Terrible News.

Fearful Is The Seductive Power Of Goodness.