#Americans #Jews
“If you’re sloppy, that’s just fin… If you’re moody, I won’t mind. If you’re fat, that’s fine with me… If you’re skinny, let it be. If you’re bossy, that’s alright.
Followin’ the trail on the old tre… I came to the spot that said “Dig… And four feet down my spade struck… Just where the map said a chest wo… But carved in the side were writte…
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks’… Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one
Oh, I’m being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I’m being eaten by a boa constrict…
I remember I put on my socks, I remember I put on my shoes. I remember I put on my tie That was painted In beautiful purples and blues.
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
I asked the Zebra: Are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me: Are you good with bad habits?
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Ricky was 'L’ but he’s home with… Lizzie, our ‘O,’ had some homewor… Mitchell, 'E’ prob’ly got lost on… So I’m all of love that could mak…
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
It was Sat night at the slammer t… As they dragged in every freak fro… One by one they entered the cell a… Were all different but all seemed… They held me down and put it on my…
Everything’s wrong, Days are too long, Sunshine’s too hot, Wind is too strong. Clouds are too fluffy,
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
