Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.
In the world of mules there are no rules.
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.
Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.
Commitments the voters don't know about can't hurt you.
I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.