I Feel I Want To Be Wise

But When The Conquered Spirit Breaks Free And Indicates A New Light Who'll Take Care Of The Cats?

I Think Of New York City Lost In Stars Forgotten As A Blue Haired Pet Of Childhood Love Tonight The Night Is Full.

Ah, If I Were Dictator I'd Have Poets Throwing Bombs!

My Father Went Into The Armed Service And I Never Saw My Mother - I Don't Know What Happened To Her.

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.