Fuzzy Wuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,

Until they made him shave.

Turns out, with no facial hair,

He’s just some guy named Dave.

Stinky Winky was a skunk,

Until they made him shower.

With no foul and fetid funk,

He lost his special power.

Shockey Wockey was an eel,

His spark for life abounded.

’Til they made him power down—

And now he’s grim and grounded.

So go be fuzzy, go be stinky

Go be shocking, too!

Go be loud and kooky-crazy!

Go on and be YOU!

The Summit

Here at the summit it’s frosty and clear—

I am on top of it all!

This is the life for a true mountaineer,

Perched thirty thousand feet tall!

Look at the landscape—it’s tiny below!

Worries are lost in the breeze.

Each tiny moment goes by super slow,

Here up above the tall trees.

Nothing to bother me, nothing annoys,

My isolation’s complete.

Just a few frisbees and footballs and toys

Gathered around by my feet.

Off in the distance I hear a voice call,

“Inside!” it says, then starts countin’.

Oh climbing the roof was no trouble at all,

But it just might be tricky dis-mountain!

They Said

They said I was an airhead, that I was a bit insane.

I’d like to think, instead, I have a pinwheel for a brain.

And when the whistling wind seeks out my ears beneath my curls,

My brain spins all its colors as it swirls and twirls and squirrels.

They said I was bananas, that I was a little nutty.

I said, “Well, that’s a recipe for perfect muffins, buddy!

And while we’re in the kitchen, while we wait for them to bake,

You’ll see I’m sly as pumpkin pie, as cracked as crazy-cake!”

They said my mind’s in orbit, that I’m such a space cadet.

And in reply I tried to fly, then sighed and said “Not yet…”

But someday I will dance on stars and then, for what it’s worth,

I’ll send a postcard back from Mars to little them on Earth.

They said I’m strange, they said I’m odd, a windmill-tilting knight.

They said I’m weird and so bizarre—I’m proud to say they’re right!

Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I met this boy.

He's cute as cute can be.

I really really like him,

And I think he's into me!

He's got the most amazing eyes!

They're huge, and how they glitter!

The way he won't stop staring

Sets my heartbeat all a-twitter!

He's captain of the swim team—

Or he could be, if he tried.

His flippy feet propel him

With a gentle, graceful glide.

He's serious, not like those boys

Who always crack a joke.

He rarely says a thing at all,

Just sighs a little "croak."

His skin is sleek and shiny—

It's the smoothest that I've seen.

And such a pretty color, too!

A lovely shade of green!

Oh someday I will make him mine!

My love he can't resist!

(I hope this turns out better than

Those other frogs I kissed!)

Listen

It's quiet in the woods tonight, 

A stillness chills the air.  

The wind is hushed, the moon is bright, 

There's silence everywhere. 

No rustling leaves, no chirping birds, 

No quacking of the ducks.  

No "Howl," no "Who," no other words, 

No squirrelly little clucks. 

But if you just keep listening, 

And if you're really quiet, 

You'll hear the starlight glistening. 

So go ahead, and try it. 

Just turn your ears up to the sky 

And breathe a little slower.  

It starts like chimes from up on high, 

Then sighs, and spreads out lower. 

And pretty soon the world around 

Is strumming like guitars.  

The trees, the roots, the air, the ground 

Are humming with the stars. 

So let your worries all disperse, 

And join them for a while.  

Just listen to the universe, 

And close your eyes, and smile. 

Teacher's Round

Rows, rows, fix those rows!

Straighten out your chairs!

Quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly!

There's a class downstairs!

Quiz, quiz, take your quiz!

Books beneath your seat!

Keep your eyes in front of you!

Only cheaters cheat!

Hands, hands, raise your hands!

Always wait your turn!

Listen when I talk to you!

Don't you want to learn?

Grades, grades, check your grades!

Last day of the year!

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!

Summertime is here!

I Looked

I looked on the shelves and I looked on the floor.

I looked in the place where I had it before.

I looked in the crannies, I looked in each nook.

I looked in the back of a scratch-and-sniff book.

I looked in the car, in the house, in the park.

I looked where the demon trees glow in the dark.

I looked on the moon and I looked in the stars,

I looked in a field of electric guitars.

I looked in some places I oughtn’t to mention,

I looked in a fish from another dimension.

And then, once again, though I’d looked there already,

I looked on the Mountain of Mango Spaghetti.

I looked and I looked and I looked and I looked!

I looked ’til the universe almost unhooked!

I might look forever! It’s so hard to find!

How careless of me to keep losing my mind!