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Everything's great in this good old world;
(This is the stuff they can always use.)
God's in his heaven, the hill's dew-pearled;
(This will provide for baby's shoes.)
Hunger and War do not mean a thing;
Everything's rosy where'er we roam;
Hark, how the little birds gaily sing!
(This is what fetches the bacon home.)
-- Dorothy Parker, "The Far Sighted Muse"
Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it does run over,
Tonight we will all merry
🎽 -- ⚡ -- 🥗 -- 🌂 -- 🚘 -- 📗 -- 🍇 -- 🐝 -- 💗 -- 🏀 -- 👾 -- 🥒 -- 🌽 -- 🥗 -- 💃