In Time The Rockies May Crumble, Gibraltar

In Time The Rockies May Crumble, Gibraltar May Tumble.

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

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

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.