(2014)
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
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
Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
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
She comes out of the ocean at nigh… To fold my clothes and clean my be… She like to pick up after me And make sure I’m always fed Slippery floors is the only price
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
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
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
They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long
I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon
