Sometimes the words of others do just fine.....
Hug O' War
I will not play at tug o' war
I'd rather play at hug o' war.
Where everyone hugs
Instead of Tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
Listen To The Mustn'ts
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
Us
Me and him
Him and me,
we're always together
as you can see.
i wish he'd leave
so i'd be free
i'm getting a little bit
tired of he,
and he may be a bit
bored with me.
on movies and ladies
we cannot agree.
i like to dance
he loves to ski.
he likes the mountains
i love the sea.
i like hot chocolate
he wants his tea.
i want to sleep
he has to pee.
he's meaner and duller
and fatter than me.
but i guess there's worse things
we could be-
instead of two we could be three,
me and him
him and me.
Rain
i opened my eys
and looked up at the rain.
and it dripped in my head
and flowed into my brain,
and all that i hear as i lie in my bed
is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
i step very softly,
i walk very slow,
i can't do a handstand-
i might overflow,
so pardon the wild crazy thing i just said-
i'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Enter This Deserted House
| But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Ain't no ceiling, only blue. Jays dwell here and sunbeams too. Floors are flowers - take a few Ferns grow here and daisies too. Swoosh, whoosh - too-whit, too-woo Bats dwell here and hoot owls too. Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoooo, Gnomes dwell here and goblins too. And my child, I thought you knew I dwell here... and so do you |
Where The Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Tree House
A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all~
Let's go live in a tree house.
Invisible Boy
And here we see the invisible boy
In his lovely invisible house,
Feeding a piece of invisible cheese
To a little invisible mouse.
Oh, what a beautiful picture to see!
Will you draw an invisible picture for me?”
The Battle
Would you like to hear
Of the terrible night
When I bravely fought the—
No?
All right.
The Bloath
In the undergrowth
There dwells the Bloath
Who feeds upon poets and tea.
Luckily I know this about him,
While he knows almost nothing of me.
Traffic Light
The traffic light simply would not turn green
So the people stopped to wait
As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold
And the hour grew dark and late.
Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers
Bikes and limousines,
Clatterin' by - Me oh my!
Won't that light turn green?
But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
And there on the corner they stood,
Twiddlin' their thumbs till the changin' comes
The way good people should.
And if you walk by that corner now,
You may think it's rather strange
To see them there as they hopefully gaze
With the very same smile on their very same face
As they patiently stand in the very same place
And wait for the light to change.
Standing
Standing on my elbow
With my finger in my ear,
Biting on a dandelion
And humming kind of queer
While I watched a yellow caterpillar
Creeping up my wrist,
I leaned on a tree
And I said to me,
"Why am I doing this?"
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