Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the double lock will keep; May no brick through the window break, And, no one rob me till I awake.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake, I'll cry in anguish, "Mistake!!  Mistake!!"
Now I lay me down to study, I pray the Lord I won't go nutty. And if I fail to learn this junk, I pray the Lord that I won't flunk. But if I do, don't pity me at all, Just lay my bones in the study hall. Tell my teacher I've done my best, Then pile my books upon my chest.
Now it's time to say goodbye To all our company... M-I-C	(see you next week!) K-E-Y	(Why?  Because we LIKE you!) M-O-U-S-E.
Now let the song begin!  Let us sing together Of sun, star, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather, Light on the budding leag, dew on the feather, Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather, Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water: Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!\n-- J. R. R. Tolkien
Now of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It leaves me only fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.\n-- A.E. Housman
Now what would they do if I just sailed away? Who the hell really compelled me to leave today? Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball, What would they do if I made no landfall?"\n-- Jimmy Buffet, "Landfall"
O give me a home, Where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard A discouraging word, 'Cause what can an antelope say?
O love, could thou and I with fate conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Might we not smash it to bits And mould it closer to our hearts' desire?\n-- Omar Khayyam, tr. FitzGerald
O slender as a willow-wand!  O clearer than clear water! O reed by the living pool!  Fair river-daughter! O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after! O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!\n-- J. R. R. Tolkien
O! Wanderers in the shadowed land despair not!  For though dark they stand, all woods there be must end at last, and see the open sun go past: the setting sun, the rising sun, the day's end, or the day begun. For east or west all woods must fail ...\n-- J. R. R. Tolkien
Observe yon plumed biped fine. To activate its captivation, Deposit on its termination, A quantity of particles saline.
Of all the words of witch's doom There's none so bad as which and whom. The man who kills both which and whom Will be enshrined in our Who's Whom.\n-- Fletcher Knebel
Oh don't the days seem lank and long\nWhen all goes right and none goes wrong, And isn't your life extremely flat\nWith nothing whatever to grumble at!
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a 4BSD? My friends all got sources, so why can't I see? Come all you moby hackers, come sing it out with me: To hell with the lawyers from AT&T!
Oh, by the way, which one's Pink?\n-- Pink Floyd
Oh, give me a home, Where the buffalo roam, And I'll show you a house with a really messy kitchen.
Oh, I am a C programmer and I'm okay\nI muck with indices and structs all day And when it works, I shout hoo-ray\nOh, I am a C programmer and I'm okay
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania.\n-- Dorothy Parker, "Comment"
Oh, the Slithery Dee, he crawled out of the sea. He may catch all the others, but he won't catch me. No, he won't catch me, stupid ol' Slithery Dee. He may catch all the others, but AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!\n-- The Smothers Brothers
Oh, when I was in love with you,\nThen I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew\nHow well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by,\nAnd nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I\nAm quite myself again.\n-- A. E. Housman
Oh, yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of livin' is gone.\n-- John Cougar, "Jack and Diane"
Old Mother Hubbard lived in a shoe, She had so many children, She didn't know what to do. So she moved to Atlanta.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To fetch her poor daughter a dress. When she got there, the cupboard was bare And so was her daughter, I guess...
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master: His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.\n-- J. R. R. Tolkien
Once upon this midnight incoherent, While you pondered sentient and crystalline, Over many a broken and subordinate Volume of gnarly lore, While I pestered, nearly singing, Sudddenly there came a hewing, As of someone profusely skulking, Skulking at my chamber door.
One good thing about music, Well, it helps you feel no pain. So hit me with music; Hit me with music now.\n-- Bob Marley, "Trenchtown Rock"
One reason why George Washington Is held in such veneration: He never blamed his problems On the former Administration.\n-- George O. Ludcke
One thing about the past. It's likely to last.\n-- Ogden Nash
One toke over the line, sweet Mary, One toke over the line, Sittin' downtown in a railway station, One toke over the line. Waitin' for the train that goes home, Hopin' that the train is on time, Sittin' downtown in a railway station, One toke over the line.
Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies.\n-- Antony and Cleopatra
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee.\n-- Tennyson
Our sires' age was worse that our grandsires'. We their sons are more worthless than they: so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt.\n-- Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace)
Parsley\nis gharsley.\n-- Ogden Nash
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!" So I piped with merry cheer. "Piper, pipe that song again;" So I piped: he wept to hear.\n-- William Blake, "Songs of Innocence"
Plagiarize, plagiarize, Let no man's work evade your eyes, Remember why the good Lord made your eyes, Don't shade your eyes, But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize. Only be sure to call it research.\n-- Tom Lehrer
Planet Claire has pink hair. All the trees are red. No one ever dies there. No one has a head....
Please stand for the National Anthem|God save our Gracious Queen! Long live our Noble Queen! God save the Queen! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign o'er us! God save the Queen! Thank you.  You may resume your seat.
Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches...\n-- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Probable-Possible, my black hen, She lays eggs in the Relative When. She doesn't lay eggs in the Positive Now Because she's unable to postulate How.\n-- Frederick Winsor
Put another password in, Bomb it out, then try again. Try to get past logging in, We're hacking, hacking, hacking. Try his first wife's maiden name, This is more than just a game. It's real fun, but just the same, It's hacking, hacking, hacking.\n-- To the tune of "Music, Music, Music?"
rain falls where clouds come sun shines where clouds go clouds just come and go\n-- Florian Gutzwiller
Razors pain you;\nRivers are damp.\nAcids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful;\nNooses give.\nGas smells awful-- You might as well live!\n-- Dorothy Parker, "Resume", 1926
Reclaimer, spare that tree! Take not a single bit! It used to point to me, Now I'm protecting it. It was the reader's CONS That made it, paired by dot; Now, GC, for the nonce, Thou shalt reclaim it not.
Remember that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Cleveland.\n-- National Lampoon, "Deteriorata"
Remember thee Ay, thou poor ghost while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.  Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there.\n-- William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"
Remove me from this land of slaves, Where all are fools, and all are knaves, Where every knave and fool is bought, Yet kindly sells himself for nought;\n-- Jonathan Swift
Romeo was restless, he was ready to kill, He jumped out the window 'cause he couldn't sit still, Juliet was waiting with a safety net, Said "don't bury me 'cause I ain't dead yet".\n-- Elvis Costello
Roses are red;\nViolets are blue. I'm schizophrenic,\nAnd so am I.
Saturday night in Toledo Ohio,\nIs like being nowhere at all, All through the day how the hours rush by,\nYou sit in the park and you watch the grass die.\n-- John Denver, "Saturday Night in Toledo Ohio"
Say it with flowers, Or say it with mink, But whatever you do, Don't say it with ink!\n-- Jimmie Durante
Say many of cameras focused t'us, Our middle-aged shots do us justice. No justice, please, curse ye! We really want mercy: You see, 'tis the justice, disgusts us.\n-- Thomas H. Hildebrandt
Say!  You've struck a heap of trouble-- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about you, You don't care a cent for life; Hard luck has of hope bereft you, Health is failing, wish you'd die-- Why, you've still the sunshine left you And the big blue sky.\n-- R.W. Service
Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific, Fain how I pause at your nature specific, Loftily poised in the ether capacious, Highly resembling a gem carbonaceous. Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific, Fain how I pause at your nature specific.
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored. She scissored short.  Sorely shorn, Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed, Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking Some savage, spectacular suicide.\n-- Stanislaw Lem, "Cyberiad"
Seek for the Sword that was broken|In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand.\n-- J. R. R. Tolkien
She asked me, "What's your sign?" I blinked and answered "Neon," I thought I'd blow her mind...
She blinded me with science!
She can kill all your files; She can freeze with a frown. And a wave of her hand brings the whole system down. And she works on her code until ten after three. She lives like a bat but she's always a hacker to me.\n-- Apologies to Billy Joel
SHIFT TO THE LEFT! SHIFT TO THE RIGHT! POP UP, PUSH DOWN, BYTE, BYTE, BYTE!
Shift to the left, Shift to the right, Mask in, mask out, BYTE, BYTE, BYTE !!!
Since I hurt my pendulum My life is all erratic. My parrot who was cordial Is now transmitting static. The carpet died, a palm collapsed, The cat keeps doing poo. The only thing that keeps me sane Is talking to my shoe.\n-- My Shoe
So, you better watch out! You better not cry! You better not pout! I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming, to town. He knows when you've been sleeping, He know when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, He has ties with the CIA. So...
Soldiers who wish to be a hero Are practically zero, But those who wish to be civilians, They run into the millions.
Some of them want to use you, Some of them want to be used by you, ...Everybody's looking for something.\n-- Eurythmics
Some primal termite knocked on wood. And tasted it, and found it good. And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor today.\n-- Ogden Nash
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction, ice Is also great And would suffice.\n-- Robert Frost, "Fire and Ice"
Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away, Looking at me, I got nothin' to say. Don't make me angry with the things games that you play, Either light up or leave me alone.
Sometimes I live in the country, And sometimes I live in town. And sometimes I have a great notion, To jump in the river and drown.
Sometimes the light's all shining on me, Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long strange trip it's been.\n-- The Grateful Dead, "American Beauty"
Speak roughly to your little VAX,\nAnd boot it when it crashes; It knows that one cannot relax\nBecause the paging thrashes!\nWow!  Wow!  Wow! I speak severely to my VAX,\nAnd boot it when it crashes; In spite of all my favorite hacks\nMy jobs it always thrashes!\nWow!  Wow!  Wow!
Spring is here, spring is here, Life is skittles and life is beer.
St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth drove all the snakes from Ireland. Here's a toasting to his health -- but not too many toastings lest you lose yourself and then forget the good St. Patrick and see all those snakes again.
Step back, unbelievers! Or the rain will never come. Somebody keep the fire burning, someone come and beat the drum. You may think I'm crazy, you may think that I'm insane, But I swear to you, before this day is out,\nyou folks are gonna see some rain!
Suffering alone exists, none who suffer; The deed there is, but no doer thereof; Nirvana is, but no one is seeking it; The Path there is, but none who travel it.\n-- "Buddhist Symbolism", Symbols and Values
Sun in the night, everyone is together, Ascending into the heavens, life is forever.\n-- Brand X, "Moroccan Roll/Sun in the Night"
/\	SUN of them wants to use you,\n\\ \\n/ \ \\ /	SUN of them wants to be used by you,\n/ / \/ / //\\n\//\   \// /	SUN of them wants to abuse you,\n/ /  /\  /\n/  \\ \	SUN of them wants to be abused ...\n\ \\\n\/\n-- Eurythmics
Sweet sixteen is beautiful Bess, And her voice is changing -- from "No" to "Yes".
System/3!  System/3! See how it runs!  See how it runs!\nIts monitor loses so totally!\nIt runs all its programs in RPG!\nIt's made by our favorite monopoly! System/3!
T:	One big monster, he called TROLL.\nHe don't rock, and he don't roll;\nDrink no wine, and smoke no stogies.\nHe just Love To Eat Them Roguies.\n-- The Roguelet's ABC
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese.\n-- National Lampoon, "Deteriorata"
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred, Tan me hide when I'm dead. So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde, It's hanging there on the shed. All together now...\nTie me kangaroo down, sport,\nTie me kangaroo down.\nTie me kangaroo down, sport,\nTie me kangaroo down.
Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines, Tell me why the sky's so blue, And I will tell you just why I love you.\nNuclear fusion makes stars to shine,\nPhototropism makes ivy twine,\nRayleigh scattering makes sky so blue,\nSexual hormones are why I love you.
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs, Is those things arms, or is they legs? I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I'd call me us.\n-- Ogden Nash
That feeling just came over me.\n-- Albert DeSalvo, the "Boston Strangler"
That money talks, I'll not deny, I heard it once, It said "Good-bye.\n-- Richard Armour
The Advertising Agency Song\nWhen your client's hopping mad,\nPut his picture in the ad.\nIf he still should prove refractory,\nAdd a picture of his factory.
The all-softening overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul, -- the dinner bell.\n-- Lord Byron
The bank called to tell me that I'm overdrawn, Some freaks are burning crosses out on my front lawn, And I *can't*believe* it, all the Cheetos are gone,\nIt's just ONE OF THOSE DAYS!\n-- Weird Al Yankovic, "One of Those Days"
The bank sent our statement this morning, The red ink was a sight of great awe! Their figures and mine might have balanced, But my wife was too quick on the draw.
The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly ... and the bird is on the wing.\n-- Omar Khayyam
The boy stood on the burning deck, Eating peanuts by the peck. His father called him, but he could not go, For he loved those peanuts so.
The camel has a single hump; The dromedary two; Or else the other way around. I'm never sure.  Are you?\n-- Ogden Nash
The carbonyl is polarized, The delta end is plus. The nucleophile will thus attack, The carbon nucleus. Addition makes an alcohol, Of types there are but three. It makes a bond, to correspond, From C to shining C.\n-- Prof. Frank Westheimer, to "America the Beautiful"
The common cormorant, or shag, Lays eggs inside a paper bag; The reason, you will see, no doubt, Is to keep the lightning out. But what these unobservant birds Have failed to notice is that herds Of bears may come with buns And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.
The difference between us is not very far, cruising for burgers in daddy's new car.
The eyes of Texas are upon you, All the livelong day; The eyes of Texas are upon you, You cannot get away; Do not think you can escape them From night 'til early in the morn; The eyes of Texas are upon you 'Til Gabriel blows his horn.\n-- University of Texas' school song
The glances over cocktails That seemed to be so sweet Don't seem quite so amorous Over Shredded Wheat
The good (I am convinced, for one) Is but the bad one leaves undone. Once your reputation's done You can live a life of fun.\n-- Wilhelm Busch
The good life was so elusive It really got me down I had to regain some confidence So I got into camouflage
The grave's a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace.\n-- Andrew Marvell
The hope that springs eternal Springs right up your behind.\n-- Ian Drury, "This Is What We Find"
The Junior God now heads the roll In the list of heaven's peers; He sits in the House of High Control, And he regulates the spheres. Yet does he wonder, do you suppose, If, even in gods divine, The best and wisest may not be those Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?\n-- Robert W. Service
The little town that time forgot, Where all the women are strong, The men are good-looking, And the children above-average.\n-- Prairie Home Companion
The makers may make and the users may use, but the fixers must fix with but minimal clues
The man she had was kind and clean And well enough for every day, But oh, dear friends, you should have seen The one that got away.\n-- Dorothy Parker, "The Fisherwoman"
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,\nMoves on: nor all they Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,\nNor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
