I'm As Corny As Kansas In August.

I'm As Restless As A Willow In A Windstorm.

The Dearest Things I Know Are What You Are.

Why You Were Born And Why You Are Living Depend Entirely On What You Are Getting Out Of This World And What You Are Giving To It. I Cannot Prove That This Is A Balance Of Mathematical Perfection, But My Own Observation Of Life Leads Me To The Conclusion That There Is A Very Real Friendship, Both Quantitatively And Qualitatively, Between What You Contribute And What You Get Out Of Life.

I'd Let My Golden Chances Pass Me By.

There Is A Very Real Relationship, Both Quantitatively And Qualitatively, Between What You Contribute And What You Get Out Of This World.