The Loone
The Loone
Whistles a tune
While gazing at the Moon
Hopes his Love will fly home soon
Her presence will be a joyous boon
They'll celebrate by feasting on cloistered prune
Hee'll make a gift of his choicest plume
Plastic Surf
Lets's go down by the Surf
And lie on the Astro-turf
No Nuthin Know-it-all
If I knew all that's known
I'd know but but a tiny fraction
of what I'd have to know
If I knew Everything
The Dump
Hump
Grump
My ego's in the sump
My Throat's got a lump
I just got the dump!
