Virtue is its own revenge.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?