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 gummite   Gall dangit   Dag nabbit   You’re darn tootin’ tripping is un-American   Do you ever get the feeling   That you’re being followed by a van   Yesterdays   Yet to come   Wine some, lose some   No means yes   Petrified forest