Yogi?

Yogi Berra!

No Yogi Berra.

I believe in the concept of a Raja Yogi

What do you know about Yogi Berra, Miss Deverich?

Yogi. It's a perfect strike, the ump was right.

Part hippie, part yogi, part Brooklyn girl I don't know.

The person that we would all acknowledge as her 20th century counterpart, Yogi Berra, agreed.

Or perhaps he was just a yogi who was sitting on a rock, staring at the sky and the sun and the moon.

While he was still in his teens, his father sent him on a pilgrimage with a wandering monk named Chidambaranatha Yogi to gain musical and philosophical knowledge.

And I remember this plan, born out of frustration from a kid who kept calling me Yogi, then pointed at my tummy and said, Too many picnic baskets.

And I remember this plan, born out of frustration from a kid who kept calling me Yogi, then pointed at my tummy and said, Too many picnic baskets.

And then pretty soon they started throwing rocks and stones at him it wasn't Chautauqua, it was some other town because they saw a demented looking, scrawny looking yogi man,

Looking back at what we have achieved, it seems that we have taken the advice of Yogi Berra, one of the great legends of the City of New York, who said When you come to a fork in the road, take it!

And then pretty soon they started throwing rocks and stones at him it wasn't Chautauqua, it was some other town because they saw a demented looking, scrawny looking yogi man, like some kind of hippie, with a bleeding leg and a rotten dog on his shoulder, shouting that the future Buddha had come.