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getting a little bit
Tired of he.
And he may be a bit
Bored with me.
On movies and ladies
We cannot agree.
I like to dance
He loves to ski.
He likes the mountains
I love the sea.
I like hot chocolate
He wants his tea.
I want to sleep
He has to pee.
He’s meaner and duller
And fatter than me.
But I guess there’s worse things
We could be-
Instead of two we could be three.
Me and him
Him and me.
I’M MAKING A LIST
I’m making a list of the things I must say
for politeness.
And goodness and kindness and gentleness,
sweetness and rightness:
Hello
Pardon me
How are you?
Excuse me
Bless you
May I?
Thank you
Goodbye
If you know some that I’ve forgot,
please stick them in your eye!
ME AND MY GIANT
I have a friend who is a giant,
And he lives where the tall weeds grow.
He’s high as a mountain and wide as a barn,
And I only come up to his toe, you know,
I only come up to his toe.
When the daylight grows dim I talk with him
Way down in the marshy sands,
And his ear is too far away to hear.
But still he understands, he ‘stands,
I know he understands.
For we have a code called the “scratch-tap code,”
And here is what we do-
I scratch his toe … once means, “Hello”
And twice means, “How are you?”
Three means, “Does it look like rain?”
Four times means, “Don’t cry.”
Five times means, “I’ll scratch you a joke.”
And six times means, “Goodbye,” “Goodbye,”
Six times means, “Goodbye.”
And he answers me by tapping his toe-
Once means, “Hello, friend.”
Two taps means, “It’s very nice to feel your scratch again.”
Three taps means, “It’s lonely here
With my head in the top of the sky.”
Four taps means, “Today an eagle smiled as she flew by.”
Five taps means, “Oops, I just bumped my head against the moon.”
Six means, “Sigh” and seven means, “Bye”
And eight means, “Come back soon, soon, soon,”
Eight means, “Come back soon.”
And then I scratch a thousand times.
And he taps with a bappity-bimm.
And he laughs so hard he shakes the sky-
That means I’m tickling him!
RAIN
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain.
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand-
I might overflow.
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
TWO BOXES
Two boxes met upon the road.
Said one unto the other,
“If you’re a box,
And I’m a box.
Then you must be my brother.
Our sides are thin.
We’re cavin’ in.
And we must get no thinner.”
And so two boxes, hand in hand.
Went home to have their dinner.
TRUE STORY
This morning I jumped on my horse
And went out for a ride.
And some wild outlaws chased me
And they shot me in the side.
So I crawled into a wildcat’s cave
To find a place to hide,
But some pirates found me sleeping there,
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
Under me-I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride.
So I said I’d come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand,
And no matter how I tried
I couldn’t get out, until I met
A water snake named Clyde,
Who pulled me to some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried.
But an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you’ll never guess what I did then-
I DIED .
BOA CONSTRICTOR
Oh, I’m being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don’t like it-one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It’s nibblin’ my toe.
Oh, gee,
It’s up to my knee.
Oh my.
It’s up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle.
It’s up to my
Tired of he.
And he may be a bit
Bored with me.
On movies and ladies
We cannot agree.
I like to dance
He loves to ski.
He likes the mountains
I love the sea.
I like hot chocolate
He wants his tea.
I want to sleep
He has to pee.
He’s meaner and duller
And fatter than me.
But I guess there’s worse things
We could be-
Instead of two we could be three.
Me and him
Him and me.
I’M MAKING A LIST
I’m making a list of the things I must say
for politeness.
And goodness and kindness and gentleness,
sweetness and rightness:
Hello
Pardon me
How are you?
Excuse me
Bless you
May I?
Thank you
Goodbye
If you know some that I’ve forgot,
please stick them in your eye!
ME AND MY GIANT
I have a friend who is a giant,
And he lives where the tall weeds grow.
He’s high as a mountain and wide as a barn,
And I only come up to his toe, you know,
I only come up to his toe.
When the daylight grows dim I talk with him
Way down in the marshy sands,
And his ear is too far away to hear.
But still he understands, he ‘stands,
I know he understands.
For we have a code called the “scratch-tap code,”
And here is what we do-
I scratch his toe … once means, “Hello”
And twice means, “How are you?”
Three means, “Does it look like rain?”
Four times means, “Don’t cry.”
Five times means, “I’ll scratch you a joke.”
And six times means, “Goodbye,” “Goodbye,”
Six times means, “Goodbye.”
And he answers me by tapping his toe-
Once means, “Hello, friend.”
Two taps means, “It’s very nice to feel your scratch again.”
Three taps means, “It’s lonely here
With my head in the top of the sky.”
Four taps means, “Today an eagle smiled as she flew by.”
Five taps means, “Oops, I just bumped my head against the moon.”
Six means, “Sigh” and seven means, “Bye”
And eight means, “Come back soon, soon, soon,”
Eight means, “Come back soon.”
And then I scratch a thousand times.
And he taps with a bappity-bimm.
And he laughs so hard he shakes the sky-
That means I’m tickling him!
RAIN
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain.
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand-
I might overflow.
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
TWO BOXES
Two boxes met upon the road.
Said one unto the other,
“If you’re a box,
And I’m a box.
Then you must be my brother.
Our sides are thin.
We’re cavin’ in.
And we must get no thinner.”
And so two boxes, hand in hand.
Went home to have their dinner.
TRUE STORY
This morning I jumped on my horse
And went out for a ride.
And some wild outlaws chased me
And they shot me in the side.
So I crawled into a wildcat’s cave
To find a place to hide,
But some pirates found me sleeping there,
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
Under me-I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride.
So I said I’d come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand,
And no matter how I tried
I couldn’t get out, until I met
A water snake named Clyde,
Who pulled me to some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried.
But an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you’ll never guess what I did then-
I DIED .
BOA CONSTRICTOR
Oh, I’m being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don’t like it-one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It’s nibblin’ my toe.
Oh, gee,
It’s up to my knee.
Oh my.
It’s up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle.
It’s up to my
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