The Seattle Star

Somewhere there’s music, it’s where you are, Somewhere there’s heaven, how near, how far The Sunday Comics would shine if you would come to me soon, Until you will, how still my heart, How high the moon.

Oh Sunday Comix! How are Sunday Comix? I hope the world is treating you right And your head’s in the air

Comix, comix, bo-bomb mix Banana fanna fo fond mix Fee fi fo onyx Comix!

You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the comics of Sunday morning That trembles on the brink of a lovely song