Sunday, August 30, 2009
It’s game night once again, hooray!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
There's a badger making breakfast
And a turtle brewing tea.
There's a duck who does my dishes
While he quacks a song to me.
There are bluebirds in the shower
And a fishie in the tub.
They're so helpful in the morning
When I need to wash and scrub.
Then a dear sweet deer will help me
When I need to make the bed,
And he'll let me hang my laundry
On the antlers on his head.
All the rabbits and opossums
Try to pitch in with the chores,
While the mousies sweep and polish
In the space beneath the doors.
All my precious woodland creatures
Fill my heart with happiness . . .
But when they decide to leave,
It's me who has to clean their mess!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
In the middle of the ocean
There's an island full of trees,
And the branches sway so gently
With the blowing of the breeze.
On the island there's a sleeping man
Who lies beneath the shade,
And he never needs to worry,
And he never feels afraid.
And he dreams about the monkeys
And the birds above the land,
While he nestles, warm and peaceful,
With the seashells in the sand.
And the waves roll in to soothe him
While the starfish dim the light,
And the lobsters sing him lullabyes
To celebrate the night.
So if you should find an island
Floating out beyond the deep,
Hush your voice and please don't wake me,
For I'm happy just to sleep.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Oh nobody’s cat is as friendly as mine--
She purrs and she cuddles and licks.
Whenever she sees me her eyes start to shine,
She dances and sings and does tricks.
She chases the flashlight, she sits in my lap,
She brings me the trinkets she’ll find.
She’ll often come join in my afternoon nap--
She’s happy to see me unwind.
She once made me pancakes with eggs on the side.
She once even polished my car.
When I went to Paris, she served as my guide--
Ma chat, c’est une chat très bizarre!
She redid my bathroom and unclogged the drain.
My taxes, she handled with ease.
She balanced my books in her kitty-sized brain,
And even made peace with her fleas.
Oh why is my cat such a good helpful friend?
I may never quite understand...
Most likely her kindness is merely pretend
To cover the evil she’s planned.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Not a bullet passes through me,
Oh my powers are outstanding
All the crime completely crumbled
So I proudly watch my people
Sunday, August 2, 2009
My daddy has the TV on,