But The Age Of Miracles Hadn't Passed.

Summer Time An' The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin' An' The Cotton Is High. Oh, Yo' Daddy's Rich, And Yo' Ma' Is Good-lookin', So Hush, Little Baby, Don' Yo' Cry.

What Usually Comes First Is The Contract.

If You'll Promise Not To Cry, Baby, I Will Kiss You By-and-by—maybe! Though You're Six Feet Three, You Will Always Be Nothing But A Baby, Dear, To Me.

A Song Without Music Is A Lot Like H2 Without The O.

I'd Like To Add Her Initial To My Monogram.