His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”
Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
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
He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking
My mind is rather scary It’s why I keep it in my head If it ever where to escape Oh the things it’d do I dread
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree
I followed a map of treasure once, In hopes of finding gold, But instead of finding a fortune b… I undug a chest real old. I guess you could say I lucked ou…
Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...
Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday
Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one
They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share
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
I cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…
He heard the damsel screaming As he stabbed the dragon through He knew he’d be her hero Since heroes are now few He climbed up the crooked tower
