ON THE SUNNY SIDE OF THE STREET. Louis Armstrong.

Grab your coat and grab your hat baby
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street

Can’t you hear the pitter-pat there?
That happy tune is yours now
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid baby
My rover, crossed over

If I never had a cent
I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street

I’M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU? Emily Dickinson.

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!