Everything Isn't Everything

I Said, "i'll Take The T-bone Steak." A Soft Voice Mooed, "oh Wow." And I Looked Up And Realized The Waitress Was A Cow. I Cried, "mistake--forget The The Steak. I'll Take The Chicken Then." I Heard A Cluck--'twas Just My Luck The Busboy Was A Hen. I Said, "okay No, Fowl Today. I'll Have The Seafood Dish." Then I Saw Through The Kitchen Door The Cook--he Was A Fish. I Screamed, "is There Anyone Workin' Here Who's An Onion Or A Beet? No? Your're Sure? Okay Then Friends, A Salad's What I'll Eat." They Looked At Me. "oh,no," They Said, "the Owner Is A Cabbage Head.

He Wasted His Wishes On Wishing.

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's Alright Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.

How Much Good Inside A Day? Depends How Good You Live 'em.