#AmericanWriters
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
“Why can’t you see I’m a cat,” sa… “And that’s all I ever will be? Why are you shocked when I roam o… Why are you sad when I meow and I… Why are you sick when I eat up a…
Mama said I’d lose my head If it wasn’t fastened on. Today I guess it wasn’t 'Cause while playing with my cousi… It fell off and rolled away
Yeah they call me Grizzly Bear go… Walk down the street and everybody… Ohohoh well I’m wild and wooly an… And so you’d better not mess with… Lemme tell you that I howl yowl g…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
A long time ago, when the earth wa… And there was more kinds of animal… And they run around free while the… And the lovliest of all was the U… There was green alligators and lon…
Depends on if the judge is fair, Depends how high the heels you wea… Depends on if they count the hair, Depends if they allow the chair.
I have fought against the poodle w… I have faced the fearsome kitten,… And somehow I’ve evaded the enorm… Of the frighteningly ferocious Sh… My triumph o’er the rabbit is now…
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).
Josie it´s been a long hard day Down the road to where it´s at I must have lost my way When I got there they said I was… Now you´re the only one can get m…
The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
The Moon she is a pretty girl who… And that old cloud he’s a great ol… He loves her from afar When Lady Moon smiles down on him… So he starts to sing to her and th…
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through… Naked on your big white horse With your long hair hangin´ down Lady Godiva, you say you´re real… and so shy
There is a voice inside of you that whispers all day long, ‘I feel that this is right for me, I know that this is wrong.’ No teacher, preacher, parent, frie…
Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns
