(2014)
He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes
What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…
It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home
There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars
There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long
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 friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will
Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday
As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me
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
I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon
My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors
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