Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...

There's a crab sat in my sandwich
or so my dear husband said...

There is a magic place where you can learn
where teachers can be fair but often stern...

Hey Little mice, wrap yourselves up warm
come to my house and be safe from the storm...

There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...

As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight...

As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...

A twinkle in the dead of night
caused light through my bedroom drape...

In the mirror
a place time forgot...

When I was just a child
my mother said to me...

Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...

The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang...