(2014)
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories
I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
Every one shall fear me For I’m the almighty bush If I see you waiting for the road… You might just get a push If you get to close to me
Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree
My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors
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
You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me
Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…
Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life
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
