I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder

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

The special today is over easy twi… With a serving of bunk on the side If you like you can watch the chef… Cause we ain’t got nothin to hide If you need help deciding

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

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

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

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

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

My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed

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