To this day, whenever I see footage on TV of either bullfights or the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, I can't help but look at the bulls and think of them as '600 pounds of angry pot roast'. Amid all of Lehrer's brilliance, that simple phrase has stuck with me.

As well as this one:

No more ashes, no more sackcloth
And an armband made of black cloth
Will one day never more adorn a sleeve.
For when the bomb that falls on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.