Follow the yellow-brick road: The tollsters of the other paths are replete with charm and blarney, for sure, but they ask gold of you while, here, you get to walk on the sunshine.
Stand on the yellow-tiled roof: Reducing the distance between cochlea and cloud increases the chance for theopneustic nurturing.
Wait on the yellow-planked pier: I see you got yourself both a tang and a tangle, so scale the fish and adjust your gotch before you net another one.
Dance on the yellow-grid floor: Preserve the rumba for your macushla and the foxtrot for your lover-not. ; )