For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
My whole family has been having trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country.
Virtue is its own revenge.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?