I’m the queerest young fellow that ever you heard My mother’s a Jew, my father’s a bird. With Joseph the Joiner I cannot agree So here’s to disciples and Calvary. If anyone things thinks that I amn’t divine He’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wine But have to drink water and wish
O, TANNENBAUM! Christmas trees have been part of my life since I was a baby. One of my earliest memories is the lovely scent of pine-sap from the fresh-cut tree brought into the little basement apartment where my parents first lived after I was born. World War Two was still on. It remains in my
My love, my pride, my treasure oh My wonder new and pleasure oh My son, my beauty, ever You Who am I to bear You here? 2. The cause of talk and tale am I The cause of greatest fame am I The cause of proudest care on high To have for mine, the King
Requiem For A Lightweight – with apologies to Rod Serling Donald Trump is a confidence man Who wound up in charge of our land. But his gimmicks went wrong When he bought his own con And fooled himself with his own scam.
Harvest Festival In the early 1980s, every October I traveled from New York City to Plymouth, Massachusetts, to play a Dutchman. To be specific, I went from Nieuw Nederland op den Mannahatoes to Plimoth Plantation, where it’s always 1627, to impersonate the Opper Koopman, or Chief Trader, of the Nederlands West-Indische Kompagnie, who was also
The Pythoness Speaks For Herself Theseus asked the Oracle what she wanted. “To die,” she answered.
Snow dust on dead grass. Autumn’s last leaves have fallen. My tears are frozen.
O, Waly, Waly The water is wide, I cannot get o’er. Neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. A ship there is, and she sails the sea. She’s loaded deep as deep can be, But not so deep as the
The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, that there is no fear of God before his eyes. For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful. The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, and to do good.
Like an old river, I remember where I ran, And try to flow there.