Hunger Is Insolent, And Will

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.