A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.
What usually comes first is the contract.
One can be very happy without demanding that others agree with them.
The future of this nation, with the present generation, You must admit is nothing but a joke
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
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.