One of Ira Gershwin's greatest lyrics:
"They're writing songs of love, / But not for me. . ."
"With love to lead the way, / I've found more clouds of gray / than any Russian play / could guarantee. . ."
"I was a fool to fall and get that way / hi ho alas and also lackaday."
"It all began so well, but what an end. / This is the time a fellow need a friend, / When every happy plot / Ends in a marriage know, / and there's no knot for me."