When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.
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.
Follow the yellow brick road.
There ought to be a law against necessity.
Someday I'll wish upon a star.
Music gives 'wings' to words.