G'bye, I'm Going Out To Play!

You Don't Have To Shoot Me," Says The Young Lion. "i Will Be Your Rug And I Will Lie In Front Of Your Fireplace And I Won't Move A Muscle And You Can Sit On Me And Toast All The Marshmallows You Want. I Love Marshmallows.

A Hippo Sandwich Is Easy To Make. All You Do Is Simply Take One Slice Of Bread, One Slice Of Cake, Some Mayonnaise, One Onion Ring, One Hippopotamus, One Piece Of String, A Dash Of Pepper. That Ought To Do It. And Now Comes The Problem... Biting Into It!

There's A Polar Bear In Our Frigidaire-- He Likes It 'cause It's Cold In There. With His Seat In The Meat And His Face In The Fish And His Big Hairy Paws In The Buttery Dish, He's Nibbling The Noodles, And Munching The Rice, He's Slurping The Soda, He's Licking The Ice. And He Lets Out A Roar If You Open The Door. And It Gives Me A Scare To Know He's In There-- That Polary Bear In Our Fridgitydaire.

Beware Of Being The Roller / When There's Nothing Left To Roll

Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers, Once I Understood Each Word The Caterpillar Said, Once I Smiled In Secret At The Gossip Of The Starlings, And Shared A Conversation With The Housefly In My Bed. Once I Heard And Answered All The Questions Of The Crickets, And Joined The Crying Of Each Falling Dying Flake Of Snow, Once I Spoke The Language Of The Flowers. . . . How Did It Go? How Did It Go?