Poor friend are thee to me,
For 'tis as the physician fears...

I know a chap,
Dishonest is he...

On a canvas dark the painter begins,
to paint the most glorious of things...

Sitting thinking,
rose beds near...

When I see you,
I’m going to say "hi!,&quot...

Someone sang a song sung somewhere sometime ago,
The song of which i spake was sung simply sweetly...

The rustle of leaves fills the air,
They bustle from upon the ground...

It's whispered amongst the flowers,
In reds and blues and yellows...

I live in London,
Not far from the Queen...

In Texas you dwell,
who on earth could tell...

'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...

I gathered up that broken heart,
Left folorn through stromy night...