(2014)
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
This properties great Just look at this house If you’re a pet lover You’ll get used to the mouse If you walk outside leave the door
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip
This mouths for sale, this mouths… Please I’m willing to barter This mouths for sale, this mouths… Running it’s easy, selling it’s ha… This mouths for sale, this mouths…
Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance
This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in
I set a net to catch the thief That ate my food at night Since every morning I wake up To find no food in sight When the trap went off
Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads