I came to be, to protest war in Vietnam, no one knows from where, yet spoken with such calm. What can we do, to answer violence more? How about we make...

Vikings blew on me, the Greek drank from me and rhinos wear me.

Mostly a relic today, If you were aboard the largest of me In nineteen thirty seven, You might be climbing the stairway to heaven.

I lived. I died. I turned to stone. Now time has made my silence known.

Neon leg warmers and this accessory were all the rage back in the eighties. . Oh what a feeling!