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

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

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

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…

Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

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

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