April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
E. Y. Harburg

Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
E. Y. Harburg

Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
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Follow the yellow brick road.
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Leave the atom alone.
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The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
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There ought to be a law against necessity.
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When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
E. Y. Harburg

When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
E. Y. Harburg

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
E. Y. Harburg