Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

This we learn from Watergate that almost any creep'll be glad to help the Government overthrow the people.

When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.

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.

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.