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Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

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

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 girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat

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

Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds

I climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice

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

Carry a stamp if you need Carry markers, make sure they blee… Carry a pencil, a pen, a knife Carry these with you all of your l… Carry a chisel, carve in bark

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

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May