Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle little star,

Stay exactly where you are!

Don’t come down to tell me “Hi!”

Don’t go shooting from the sky!

Don’t crash down and crush my car!

I’ll just love you from afar!

Yard Wolf

You’ve probably heard all the stories they tell 

Of the man who’s afraid of the moon. 

When it’s rising and full, how he yells a loud yell, 

For he knows he’ll be changing so soon.   

Oh he trembles in fear, as I’m sure you must know, 

For he’s under a wicked old curse! 

First his hands become paws, then his teeth start to grow, 

He gets hairy, and then things get worse!   

Yes you’ve heard, I am sure, of the werewolf’s distress, 

Once a month, how his life becomes hard. 

But you don’t know, of course, of the monster-sized mess 

That awaits in the werewolf’s backyard!   

The yard, like the wolf, has been cursed to grow wild 

When the moon shines down full from the sky. 

First the grass, trimmed so neatly and perfectly styled, 

Becomes thorns that grow seven feet high!   

Then the tulips grow talons, the weeds thrash about, 

And the roots get all twisty and grabby. 

So the werewolf just sighs, gets the lawnmower out, 

Starts it up, and grows ever more crabby.   

He goes ’round the yard once, then he wipes off his brow 

As he sweats in the humid night air. 

Then the mower gets stuck on the sprinkler somehow, 

And he howls at the moon in despair!   

Oh he battles and roars as the lawn fights him back; 

Even daffodils hurt when they bite! 

How he sweats and he pants as he makes his attack, 

Never stopping ’til morning’s first light.   

Then the werewolf collapses right there on the lawn, 

And he sleeps ’til the next afternoon. 

Every trace of the magic is vanished and gone, 

To return, in a month, with the moon.   

Every month the wolf hungers and begs, in his thirst, 

Just this once, for the thrill of the hunt! 

But the townsfolk are thrilled that his backyard is cursed, 

And they’re thinking of cursing the front!

Someone Left The Ice Cream Out!

Someone left the ice cream out! 

Oh, what am I to do? 

Someone left the ice cream out! 

I swear I don’t know who!   

Someone left the ice cream out, 

And no one will confess! 

Someone left the ice cream out! 

It’s gonna be a mess!   

Someone left the ice cream out! 

It’s just begun to thaw. 

Since someone left the ice cream out, 

I guess I’ll grab a straw.

Everyone's Special

Everyone’s special to someone.

It’s always been true, can’t you see?

Everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

The wealthiest king in the kingdom,

Or the tiniest fish in the sea,

The loneliest camel in Egypt,

Or the chirpiest bird in the tree,

The quietest girl on the playground,

Or the slurpiest man drinking tea,

Yes everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

It might be the smile that you’re wearing,

That twinkle that fills me with glee.

It might be the shape of your elbow,

Or maybe the bend of your knee.

It could be your toes or your earlobes,

It could be your nose that’s the key.

Perhaps it’s the way that your laughter

Sets all of my own laughter free.

I might never truly explain it,

Yet still I can’t help but agree,

That everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most special to me.

Yes everyone’s special to someone,

But you are most precious to me.

Gummy

Gummy bears and gummy bugs,

Gummy spiders, gummy slugs,

Gummy fruits and gummy fishes,

Gummy steaks on gummy dishes,

Gummy shoes and gummy socks,

Gummy pencils, gummy rocks,

Gummy sodas, gummy bones,

Gummy toothbrush, gummy phones,

Gummy sharks and gummy snakes,

Man oh man, my gummy aches!

Makin' Music!

Two feet drummin',

Two feet strummin',

Two feet playin' keys.

Two feet clappin',

Two feet snappin',

Two feet smackin' knees.

Four feet hoppin',

One foot boppin',

Three feet twirlin' round.

Six feet pickin',

Ten feet kickin',

Four feet poundin' ground.

Twelve feet creakin',

Nine feet squeakin',

Give the guy a hand!

Oh yes indeed,

Doc Centipede!

The greatest one-bug-band!

Time

Time to make a sandwich,

Time to have a drink.

Time to leave the dishes

Piled up in the sink.

Time to fold an airplane,

Time to catch a bug.

Time to leave spaghetti

Scattered on the rug.

Time to build a spaceship,

Time to tease the cat.

Time to take the plunger

And use it as a hat.

Time to zap the bad guys!

Time to make them pay!

Time for Grandpa's dentures

To come on out and play!

Time to poke my sister,

Time to sort my slime.

Time to do my book report?

I just don't have the time!