Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave |
My soul is dark with stormy riot: Directly traced over to diet |
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise, can you imagine what awful screeching? |
When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near |