Ladies and gentlemen, this is a song about an old man.. He had a cow.. He had but one cow.. And the cow died.. He loved the cow better than his own child..
There once were two utopian societies. Pavonia, land of the peacocks. And Swaanendael, valley of the swans. Both have trade. Miserably. . There, behind every chair,.
This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. And this little piggy had none. This piggy cried wee wee wee.
I'm going down to Thimble Island. To find my true love there.. I'm sure that I can find one. Long of limb with time to spare.. On Thimble Island.. I'm on my own down the river.
Here we see the two Miss Leavens. Each girl was 16 years old. Kylie died in a car crash in Iowa. Harriet in an 1815 portrait from Connecticut. Harriet's necklace and purse are lined in scarlet reds.
Sweet Sister Temperance. She of the model-hearted innocence. So eloquent and immune to despair. Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair. . Why subtle for a.
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
Let me tell 'bout a kid I know.. We met a while ago.. At the State Fair.. He was showing his blue ribbon pig.. I was thinging big.. While I was combing my hair..
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill. They say that there's a little girl there still. She wasn't raised like the other kids. Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
I carry a secret message that I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings. Now, I'm sure you'll know what to do. And if it should be some bad news.
In a prehistoric dried-up lake. A million years after the last earthquake. There lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake.
He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick.. He makes a big pile in pail on the sink.. Who was he?. Oh, I'll never tell.. He has not got a thing left to sell..
Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,. They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope. To declare them fish.. . We thank the Pope for granting us this wish..
Actually, I was never conceived.. And I don't expect to be believed,. But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread.. And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led.....
Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip. A few thoughts on the subject. By a little nothing. . What was so obviously strange?. Yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation.
As Miss Tender looks back,. She writes a love letter,. From the future,. Making no attempt to obscure her,. Desire,. Her desire,. Her desire to live in the past,.
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.. I am made to eat this horrid porridge.. They box me on the ears.. How often I vow to flee, to go..
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her - she'd just laugh. Because our momma was an opium-smoker.