What's Good About March? Well, For One

A Parade Is The Worst Form Of Transportation Known To Man.

There's No Easy Quick Way Out, We're Gonna Have To Live Through Our Whole Lives, Win, Lose, Or Draw.

If I Could Only Write, I'd Write A Nasty Letter To The Mayor, If He Could Only Read.

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

Food For Thought Is No Substitute For The Real Thing.