One man gathers what another man spills

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.