Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.

In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.

The truest protest is beauty.

So good to be alive when the eulogies are read.