There once was an idiot named Rush
That would make Don Rickles blush...

For those that see with a limited view
Believing they can see all that is true...

L assies often like Laughing out loud you know
I t lights up the fire they may have below...

Listen and learn from the true Spirit
Listen to the truth and do not fear it...

There once was a poor poet who searched for a...
A way to rid his heart, soul, and mind of literal...

I used to run with the lost sheep that ran with...
But she always knew where she could find us...

Our little talks were like a flowing river
I the receiver, you my dear the giver...

In remembrance of the little big man
How he danced and how he ran...

Life's journey
Involving many...

Some times we find ourselves living with a farce
Where genuine compassion and love is sparse...

'Twas plain to see in the light
She was not plain at all...

Once I went to the place
where monks make cheese...