This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair.

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

When blithe to argument I come, Though armed with facts, and merry, May Providence protect me from The fool as adversary, Whose mind to him a kingdom is Where reason lacks dominion, Who calls conviction prejudice And prejudice opinion.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

I'm a middle-bracket person with a middle-bracket spouse / And we live together gaily in a middle-bracket house. / We've a fair-to-middlin' family; we take the middle view; / So we're manna sent from heaven to internal revenue.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.