You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair? It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.

There's no diet list I'll follow that would rule out cherry pie.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair? It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.

I take simple everyday things that happen to me and I figure it happens to a lot of other people and I make simple rhymes out of them.

The man who wants a garden fair, or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there, Must bend his back and dig. The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've got to work to gain. It matters not what goal you seek, It's secret here reposes: You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home