Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.

Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.

A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.

People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they don't want it.

When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.

When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.