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Oh, I’m being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I’m being eaten by a boa constrict…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
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?
Last night, while I lay thinking… some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night… and sang their same old Whatif son… Whatif I’m dumb in school?
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit... A little too small —just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
This bridge will only take you hal… To those mysterious lands you long… Through gypsy camps and swirling… And moonlit woods where unicorns r… So come and walk awhile with me an…
Would you like to buy a dog with a… He is quite the strangest dog ther… Though he’s not too good at knowin… just exactly where he’s going, He is very very good at sitting do…
There are too many kids in this tu… There are too many elbows to scrub I just washed a behind that I’m s… There are too many kids in this tu…
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
Goodnight little houseplant asleep… I’ll pull the shades so you don’t… And tomorrow in the morning don’t… We’ll have ham and eggs for me and… Goodnight little houseplant tucked…
He’s the Twistable Turnable Sque… Stretchable Foldable Man. He can crawl in your pocket or fit… Or screw himself into a twenty-vol… Or stretch himself up to the steep…
But please walk softly as you do. Frogs dwell here and crickets too. Ain’t no ceiling, only blue. Jays dwell here and sunbeams too. Floors are flowers - take a few