Life Is So Much Friendlier

Think It Over, Think It Under.

When Late Morning Rolls Around And You're Feeling A Bit Out Of Sorts, Don't Worry; You're Probably Just A Little Eleven O'clockish.

In The Quiet Hours When We Are Alone And There Is Nobody To Tell Us What Fine Fellows We Are, We Come Sometimes Upon A Moment In Which We Wonder, Not How Much Money We Are Earning, Nor How Famous We Have Become, But What Good We Are Doing.

If You Were A Cloud, And Sailed Up There, You'd Sail On Water As Blue As Air, And You'd See Me Here In The Fields And Say: 'doesn't The Sky Look Green Today?

What I Like Doing Best Is Nothing.