Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.
Leave the atom alone.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.