If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude

The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do

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

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too

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

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”

A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…

I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose

They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick

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