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

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

Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…

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”

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time

I saw the troll That lived under the bridge But he wasn’t scary not one smidge His hair was greasy And teeth all jagged

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

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…

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

Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her

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

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

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