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Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…
I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer But eyes for true romance I didn’t even try I’d get’em and forget’em
Said the little boy, ‘Sometimes I… Said the old man, ‘I do that too.… The little boy whispered, ‘I wet… ‘I do that too,’ laughed the littl… Said the little boy, ‘I often cry…
A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the crack in the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP!
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen… Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Imp… Listen to the Never Haves, then l… Anything can happen, child, Anyth…
Said General Clay to General Gor… To kill and die in such a bore I… Said General Gore to General Cla… And have some icecream on the way… Said General Clay to General Gor…
Last night, while I lay thinking… some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night… and sang their same old Whatif son… Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Goodnight little houseplant asleep… I’ll pull the shades so you don’t… And tomorrow in the morning don’t… We’ll have ham and eggs for me and… Goodnight little houseplant tucked…
I’ve been working so hard you just… And I’m tired! There’s so little time and so much… And I’m tired! I’ve been lying here holding the g…
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
Well hey Miss Go-Go won’t you st… Cause the song you dance to it got… There’s a lotta things those long… Yeah but the words don’t reach ya Oh where you’re goin’ you dance to…