I Asked For Bread, And I Got

Is It Not Meningitis?

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.

I Don't Think Secrets Agree With Me, I Feel Rumpled Up In Mind Since You Told Me That.

Girls Are So Queer You Never Know What They Mean. They Say No When They Mean Yes, And Drive A Man Out Of His Wits For The Fun Of It.

It Takes Very Little Fire To Make A Great Deal Of Smoke Nowadays, And Notoriety Is Not Real Glory.