My Mother Playing The Violin

It's A Terrible Thing Being A Patriarch. I Don't Even Have A Gray Beard. But People Keep Calling Me Up For Advice.

I Get Up Each Morning, Gather My Wits, Pick Up The Paper And Read The Obits. If I'm Not There, I Know I'm Not Dead, So I Eat A Good Breakfast And Go Back To Bed.

Way Back In The Old Days, Say In Europe Of The Middle Ages, You Had An Aristocracy, And They Could Afford To Pay For Musicians. The Kings And Queens Had Musicians In The Castles, And That Developed Into Symphony Orchestras And What We Call "classical Music" Now.

The Truth Is A Rabbit In A Bramble Patch. All You Can Do Is Circle Around And Say It's Somewhere In There.

I Think The World Is Going To Be Saved By Millions Of Small Things.