I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed

There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip

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