I never nursed a dear gazelle, / To glad me with its soft black eye, / But when it came to know me well, / And love me, it was sure to die!

I never nursed a dear gazelle, / To glad me with its dappled hide, / But when it came to know me well / It fell upon the buttered side.

Then awake! the heavens look bright, my dear; / 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear;/ And the best of all ways / To lengthen our days / Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

When it started appearing on the news, on 20/20 , straight edge got its black eye.

Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, / But turn to ashes on the lips!

Calm down dear, its a commercial.