With the water spinning around a spike,
Comes the fish called the pike.
With the hills that are steep,
Comes the bleating of the sheep.
With the mountains tall and high,
Comes the cloud shapes in the sky.
And with the breeze that swirls above,
Comes love.
‘Tis the game of murder and death,
‘Tis the game of betrayal.
‘Tis the game of not pure health,
‘Tis the game of I’m not okay’ll.
‘Tis the worst of all games,
Where all you do is sit,
Can I download it?
Lucas Mucus was an unlucky guy,
For dinner there was only one french fry.
And when he went to school,
The kids asked him why he didn’t drool.
The kids were mean and called him Mucus,
Even though his real name was Lucas.
So he thought about that,
And he came up with an idea that hit his face. (Splat)
He would change his name!
I don’t know anything at all!
Did Abe Lincoln take down the Wall?
Or was he a puppy that played with a ball?
I don’t even know how to play soccer,
Is it with a book that you find in your locker?
So, please, please, please, in a whiz,
Will you please not tell me to take a quiz?
I picked up this book,
It was in a nook,
I saw the cover,
looked at it in wonder,
and sat down and started to read.
The cover said, to read it with a toy, and at noon.
So that’s what I did, I turned the lid, and lay down to read with a balloon.
And now I’m finished, the book complinshed,
But I still don’t know a thing,
About how to read a book.
Oh, clay is my life,
Clay is my joy.
I love it
Yes, I really do,
I lo-
Whadda mean you don’t? You should too!
Well, let me convince ya.
So it’s really so easy,
And it´ll work just like ahh.
I will start a ClayWorks,
Where everyone will come,
It really does work,
‘Cause no evil scum.
Little by little,
Your years slip away,
And you become older,
just a fact to say,
But the joy of it is,
You have more bliss,
When your children have children it makes a
happier you,
That is the fact that is the most true.
They’re great,
You can use them to clean a gate,
You can throw them in the air,
You can use them to start a flare,
You can use them to—Eww! get it off! I was just about to say that!
They’re lovely, cute, fluffy and sweet,
They would always enjoy a treat.
But since they are animals of prey,
Do not cuddle them every day.
Boring.
Makes you start snoring.
It’s hard.
Makes you wish that this place was bombard.
They make you do it,
But you have some wit!
They can’t make you anymore,
Because now they make you sweep the floor.