There's An, Oh Such A Hungry Yearning

Sad Times May Follow Your Tracks, Bad Times May Bar You From Saks, Add Times When Satan In Slacks Breaks Down Your Self Control.

Good Authors, Too, Who Once Knew Better Words Now Only Use Four-letter Words Writing Prose... Anything Goes.

I Want To Ride To The Ridge Where The West Commences And Gaze At The Moon Till I Lose My Senses I Can't Look At Hobbles And I Can't Stand Fences Don't Fence Me In

Birds Do It, Bees Do It, Even Educated Fleas Do It; Let's Do It, Let's Fall In Love.

It Was Great Fun, But It Was Just One Of Those Things.