Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
Follow the yellow brick road.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.