Bed Time Story

At night I hug my pillow
I know you've put on weight
You're no longer slim as a willow
What was it that you ate?
I won't suggest what you should do
I am a real good sport
But now there is so much of you
My arms are much too short
If you think that we might play
There is no way I see
But if you ever roll my way
It will end my misery

Beauty

Unseen,
Nor robed in silk or lace.
No Queen,
has ever matched her grace
Not wealth,
She labors in a store.
But health,
Who could ask for more.

Bay 6--a toast

Old time men would have their say,
That women stay home cooking.
You should never act that way,
You're just too darn good looking.

Bat

Whirling furball takes its flight
In my bedroom, in the night
I awakin, Grandma's quakin'.
Won't somebody light a light?
It's no use to try to hide,
Open all the doors up wide
Take the boom, swat the lout
In the dustpan, throw him out.

All the years when you were free

All the years when you were free
You longed to have a family
I think now, cross my heart,
You've picked the nicest way to start

All about toads

Live toads are fat toads in the garden rows.
Dead toads are flat toads. That's the way it goes.
Live toads are useful, full of bugs and pep.
Dead toads are useless, be careful where you step.
All toads have an awful taste, is it any wonder,
Dead toads simply go to waste, until we plow them under?

Above the trees and out of reach...

Above the trees and out of reach,
The Hi line wires hum.
When they need work,
I cannot fix,
Cause I'm so old and numb.
But O.K. men from far away
will do the work and then,
They'll pack up all their trucks and leave.
We'll never meet again.