She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.
You can't do something forever.
A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.
Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.