Our lives weave a pattern 
A staff twined by adders 
Our mouths, sore to chew 
Now you’re eating for two 
Yesterdays, wine and song 
Are you very far along? 
What’s the dream to the bed? 
What’s the wreath to the 
Glorious Dead? 
Look at what 
I found in the dresser 
No means yes 
Petrified forest 
Dad gummit, gall dangit, dag nabbit 
You’re darn tootin’ tipping is 
Un-American 
Do you ever get the feeling that you’re being followed by a van? 
Yesterdays yet to come 
Win some, lose some 
No means yes 
Petrified forest