Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Once upon a night time I walked in the park
I heard an owl hoot and a far off dog bark
I looked to the sky at the half eaten moon
And wished I was in a cartoon
A toon where the moon was a blueberry pie
And the clouds are all hung by strings in the sky
The rain would pour down like a candy typhoon
And we'd travel around by balloon
A marshmallow spaceship would take me aboard
And give me the ugliest human award
The aliens look like a chicken fillet
And they'd grow a fresh head everyday
They'd stick me and poke me and screw off my head
And switch out my brain for a loaf of white bread
They'd fill me with helium so I'd be lighter
And wash my clothes till they got tighter
I could float around in their no gravity room
Then mix alien potion and alien perfume
I'd travel deep space for four-hundred years
And bring everyone souvenirs
And when they would drop me back in the same park
I'd hear that owl hoot and that far off dog bark
The marshmallow spaceship, was it really true?
Oh well... let's sail on my lettuce canoe
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The Marshmallow Spaceship
Once upon a night time I walked in the park
I heard an owl hoot and a far off dog bark
I looked to the sky at the half eaten moon
And wished I was in a cartoon
A toon where the moon was a blueberry pie
And the clouds are all hung by strings in the sky
The rain would pour down like a candy typhoon
And we'd travel around by balloon
A marshmallow spaceship would take me aboard
And give me the ugliest human award
The aliens look like a chicken fillet
And they'd grow a fresh head everyday
They'd stick me and poke me and screw off my head
And switch out my brain for a loaf of white bread
They'd fill me with helium so I'd be lighter
And wash my clothes till they got tighter
I could float around in their no gravity room
Then mix alien potion and alien perfume
I'd travel deep space for four-hundred years
And bring everyone souvenirs
And when they would drop me back in the same park
I'd hear that owl hoot and that far off dog bark
The marshmallow spaceship, was it really true?
Oh well... let's sail on my lettuce canoe
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Down fell a leaf from the giant oak tree
Along with a hundred of his friends
He laid on the ground for a moment or two
And got captured in a camera's lens
The wind picked up from the passing of a car
The leaf and his friends blew away
Down the road he tumbled and flew
What a wonderfully, fun autumn day
He was set apart from his other leafy friends
Higher and higher he rose
He looked way down at the people on the ground
When will he return? Who knows?
He passed over the stores and the houses and fields
And places he never knew were there
He'd go up he'd go down he'd blow all around
He had so much fun in the air
Then he fell and was crushed by a boy in the park
And an ant came a long and asked him
"What one day would you relive again and again
Be it happy or wistful or grim?"
"The places I've seen in this one glorious day
I'd never have seen them confined
To the tree where I lived for my entire life
I might as well have been blind."
"So I tell you the truth, though how crazy it sounds
For I am but one tiny leaf
To relive one day for a thousand more years
I'd choose this one, though so tragic and brief."
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the leaf
Down fell a leaf from the giant oak tree
Along with a hundred of his friends
He laid on the ground for a moment or two
And got captured in a camera's lens
The wind picked up from the passing of a car
The leaf and his friends blew away
Down the road he tumbled and flew
What a wonderfully, fun autumn day
He was set apart from his other leafy friends
Higher and higher he rose
He looked way down at the people on the ground
When will he return? Who knows?
He passed over the stores and the houses and fields
And places he never knew were there
He'd go up he'd go down he'd blow all around
He had so much fun in the air
Then he fell and was crushed by a boy in the park
And an ant came a long and asked him
"What one day would you relive again and again
Be it happy or wistful or grim?"
"The places I've seen in this one glorious day
I'd never have seen them confined
To the tree where I lived for my entire life
I might as well have been blind."
"So I tell you the truth, though how crazy it sounds
For I am but one tiny leaf
To relive one day for a thousand more years
I'd choose this one, though so tragic and brief."
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
On the top of a mountain, on the tippidy, toppidy point
Lived a chubby, little man who never liked to disappoint
He was going to fly a kite with himself as the tail
He would fly through the sky, he would soar, he would sail
The crowd gathered down at the foot of the hill
Some say that the man must be mentally ill
To try such a stunt without a chute or a net
If he lands in the river he would certainly get wet
So he breathed and he jumped and he soared for a while
He looked down at the crowd with a big, stupid smile
And as the kite ripped apart at a thousand feet high
The chubby, little man fell like a star from the sky
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the chubby little man
On the top of a mountain, on the tippidy, toppidy point
Lived a chubby, little man who never liked to disappoint
He was going to fly a kite with himself as the tail
He would fly through the sky, he would soar, he would sail
The crowd gathered down at the foot of the hill
Some say that the man must be mentally ill
To try such a stunt without a chute or a net
If he lands in the river he would certainly get wet
So he breathed and he jumped and he soared for a while
He looked down at the crowd with a big, stupid smile
And as the kite ripped apart at a thousand feet high
The chubby, little man fell like a star from the sky
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