A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,
ChocolatEverything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.
The Color PurpleCome oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath TagoreDo not fight the thing in detail: turn from it. Look ONLY at your Lord. Sing. Read. Work.
Gold by Moonlight