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

You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex

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…

I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

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

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…

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

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

If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

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

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