from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)
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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…
Hey when I was a lad in fishing t… You can spend your life your jolly… Now you can search the world for p… But don’t go swimming with the mer… If you don’t know how to swim
Handsome guys get girls that are p… Other guys make it cause they’re c… But the only love I ever got I go… Yeah I drive down the street in a… Use hundred dollar bills when I l…
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the sno… But the taste of a thumb Is the s… (As only we thumb-suckers know).
Joey Joey took a stone And knocked Down The Sun!
'Twas sunset down in old Key West The locals all were high. The tourists snapped their photogr… And munched their Key Lime pie. And meanwhile down at Sloppy Joe’…
Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks’… Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one
Tell me who can Catch a toucan? Lou can. Just how few can Ride the toucan?
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and than… 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
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen… Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Imp… Listen to the Never Haves, then l… Anything can happen, child, Anyth…
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
Only ate one drumstick At the picnic dance this summer, Just one little drumstick— They say I couldn’t be dumber. One tough and skinny drumstick,
They had a Rotten Convention And everyone was there: Hamburger Face and Gruesome Grac… And the Skull with the slimy hair… There was Mr. Mud and the Creepi…
Everybody says I’m paranoid they… They all smile to my face but they… They put poison in my coffee they… They put spiders in my tennis shoe… It’s hard to stop and figure out w…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners