Foreigners are people somewhere el… Natives are people at home; If the place you’re at Is your habitat, You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.

When the thunder stalks the sky, When tickle-footed walks the fly, When shirt is wet and throat is dr… Look, my darling, thats July. Through the grassy lawn be leather…

He tells you when you’ve got on t… And helps you with your girdle wh…

One would be in less danger From the wiles of a stranger If one’s own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

The cow is of bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other is milk.

Nothing makes me sicker than liquor and candy is too expandy

The solitary huntsman No coat of pink doth wear, But midnight black from cap to spu… Upon his midnight mare. He drones a tuneless jingle

"Beep-beep. BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOB… You’ll find a banker at Bankers T… Advertisement in N.Y. Times When comes my second childhood,

There is something about a Martin… A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martin…

How pleasant to sit on the beach, On the beach, on the sand, in the… With ocean galore within reach, And nothing at all to be done! No letters to answer,

A girl whose cheeks are covered wi… Has an advantage with me over one…

Song of the Open Road I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree. Perhaps unless the billboards fall… I’ll never see a tree at all.

Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.