Ira Gershwin

Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

One can be very happy without demanding that others agree with them.

I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man- Who could ask for anything more?

Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky... Nice work if you can get it And you can get it -- if you try.