from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
Agatha Fry, she made a pie And Christopher John helped bake… Christopher John, he mowed the la… And Agatha Fry helped rake it Now, Zachary Zugg took out the ru…
Birds are flyin’ south for winter. Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ nor… Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin… Cold head bobbin’ back 'n’ forth. He says, 'It’s not that I like ic…
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
Come on, baby, grease your lips, Put on your hat, and shake your hi… And don’t forget to bring your s… We’re goin’ to the Freakers B… Shake your mojo, bang your gong,
center Knock knock! Who’s there? Me! Me who?
I thought that I had wavy hair Until I shaved. Instead, I find that I have straight hair And a very wavy head.
Ricky was 'L’ but he’s home with… Lizzie, our ‘O,’ had some homewor… Mitchell, 'E’ prob’ly got lost on… So I’m all of love that could mak…
I went to the doctor– He reached down my throat, He pulled out a shoe And a little toy boat, He pulled out a skate
Every time I’ve raced my shadow When the sun was at my back, It always ran ahead of me, Always got the best of me. But every time I’ve raced my shad…
Someone ate the baby. It’s rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby So she won’t be out to play. We’ll never hear her whiney cry
Policeman, policeman, Help me please. Someone went and stole my knees. I’d chase him down but I suspect My feet and legs just won’t connec…
‘I live in fear of the snow,’ said… 'Whenever it’s here, be sure I’ll… Oh, the pain and the cold, when one’s bearish and old. I live in fear of the snow.'
I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight… Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an… Oh my she looked so fine had a bot… I’d have myself a little bitty swi…
Ain’t the snow fallin’ just a bit… Aren’t they building the stairs a… And the town’s really changin’ in… The young folks they’re growin’ ex… And the newspaper print it’s becom…