I Am Writing These Poems

The Hens They All Cackle, The Roosters All Beg, But I Will Not Hatch, I Will Not Hatch. For I Hear All The Talk Of Pollution And War As The People All Shout And The Airplane Roar, So I'm Staying In Here Where It's Safe And It's Warm, And I Will Not Hatch!

Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What I Haven't Done. -never

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Maurice Mcghee). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Louise Dupree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves The Willow Tree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me! (poor, Poor Fool, Why Can't You See She Can Love Others And Still Love Thee.)

Knock! Knock! Who's There? Me! Me Who? That's Right? What's Right? Meehoo! That's What I Want To Know! What's What You Want To Know? Me Who? Yes, Exactly! Exactly What? Yes, I Have Exactlywatt On A Chain! Exactly What On A Chain? Yes! Yes What? No, Exactlywatt! That's What I Want To Know! I Told You-exactlywatt! Exactly What? Yes! Yes What? Yes It's With Me. What's With You? Exactlywatt-that's What With Me. Me Who? Yes! Go Away! Knock Knock...

'i Don't Need Very Much Now,' Said The Boy, 'just A Quiet Place To Sit And Rest. I Am Very Tired.' 'well,' Said The Tree, Straightening Herself Up As Much As She Could, "well, An Old Stump Is Good For Sitting And Resting. Come, Boy, Sit Down. Sit Down And Rest.'and The Boy Did. And The Tree Was Happy.