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.
Songs are the pulse of a nation's heart. A fever chart of its health.
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.
The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?