Oh once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail The snail it changed into a ...

 Rosy-Kins a poem by Robert Service As home from church we two did plod, “Grandpa,” said Rosy, ...

It's not every day, well, it's almost every day but never mind, that we find, that I find I mean, uh. Let me start over again. I...

After writing my yearbook-nostalgia piece about 1966, I had to do a little digging about the songs that were popular back then. Ye gods ...