A Song Without Music Is A Lot

One Can Be Very Happy Without Demanding That Others Agree With Them.

Deep, Unspeakable Suffering May Well Be Called A Baptism, A Regeneration, The Initiation Into A New State.

Summertime And The Livin' Is Easy, Fish Are Jumpin', And The Cotton Is High.

If You'll Promise Not To Cry, Baby, I Will Kiss You By-and-by—maybe! Though You're Six Feet Three, You Will Always Be Nothing But A Baby, Dear, To Me.

A Song Without Music Is A Lot Like H2 Without The O.