Follow the yellow brick road.
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
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.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Someday I'll wish upon a star.