Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.