They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…

I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes

I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories

I’ve drank 6 cups of coffee And I think I’m seeing things The walls and floors are shaking And stars have formed on the ceili… I think I’ll go for a jog

His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”

The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call

I cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…