Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

I War Not With The Dead.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

Oh, Look At Me! I'm Making People Happy! I'm The Magical Man From Happy-land, In A Gumdrop House On Lollipop Lane! Oh, By The Way, I Was Being Sarcastic.