There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

Jessey caught the measels Joey caught the mumps Jane came down with the flu And jacks been in a slump The teacher has gone missing

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground

He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing

Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds

Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts

Tomorrow I shall seize the day Tomorrow I’ll go on that run Tomorrow I’ll wake up right on ti… And get the yard work done Tomorrow I’ll finish that book

I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…

Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...