I Am Writing These Poems

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View. Sunday Dinner Isn't Sunny. Easter Feasts Are Just Bad Luck. When You See It From The Viewpoint Of A Chicken Or A Duck. Oh How I Once Loved Tuna Salad Pork And Lobsters, Lamb Chops Too Till I Stopped And Looked At Dinner From The Dinner's Point Of View.

I Am Writing These Poems From Inside A Lion.

One Sister For Sale, One Sister For Sale, One Crying And Spying Young Sister For Sale I'm Really Not Kidding So Who'll Start The Bidding Do I Hear A Dollar? A Nickle? A Penny? Oh Isnt There Isnt There Isnt There Any One Person Who Will Buy This Sister For Sale This Crying Spying Old Young Sister For Sale.

Talked My Head Off Worked My Tail Off Cried My Eyes Out Walked My Feet Off Sang My Heat Out So You See, There's Really Not Much Left Of Me.

Early Bird Oh, If You’re A Bird, Be An Early Bird And Catch The Worm For Your Breakfast Plate. If You’re A Bird, Be An Early Bird— But If You’re A Worm, Sleep Late.