I Will Not Play At Tug O'

If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's Alright Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.

Oh The Thumb-sucker's Thumb May Look Wrinkled And Wet And Withered, And White As The Snow, But The Taste Of A Thumb Is The Sweetest Taste Yet (as Only We Thumb-sucker's Know).

Did You Hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He Got Tickled By His Mom. Wiggled And Giggled And Fell On The Floor, . . . . And All The More That He Kept Gigglin', All The More Folks Kept Ticklin'. He Shrieked And Screamed And Rolled Around, Laughed His Way Right Out Of Town. Through The Country Down The Road, He Got Tickled By A Toad. . . . . Giggling, Rolling On His Back He Rolled On The Railroad Track. Rumble, Rumble, Whistle, Roar- Tom Ain't Ticklish Any More.

One Day He Said, "i'll Tell This Town How It Feels To Be An Unfunny Clown." And He Told Them All Why He Looked So Sad, And He Told Them All Why He Felt So Bad. He Told Of Pain And Rain And Cold, He Told Of Darkness In His Soul, And After He Finished His Tale Of Woe, Did Everyone Cry? Oh No, No, No, They Laughed Until They Shook The Trees... And While The World Laughed Outside. Cloony The Clown Sat Down And Cried.

The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.