Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.
All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.
Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.
I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.