If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.

The way you wear your hat, The way you sip your tea, The mem'ry of all that -- No, no! They can't take that away from me!

Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.

But the age of miracles hadn't passed.

Aladdin's lamp is mine.

Oh, lady be good To me.