For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

The Neck On Which Diamonds Might Have Worthily Sparkled, Will Look Less Tempting When The Biting Winter Has Hung Icicles There For Gems.