Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
The greatest romance in the life of a lyricist is when the right word meets the right note; often, however, a Park Avenue phrase elopes with a Bleecker Street chord, resulting in a shotgun wedding and a quickie divorce.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women