You Don't Have To Shoot Me," Says

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

Ricky Was "l" But He's Home With The Flu, Lizzie, Our "o," Had Some Homework To Do, Mitchell, "e" Prob'ly Got Lost On The Way, So I'm All Of The Love That Could Make It Today.

All The Woulda-coulda-shouldas Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'bout The Things They Woulda-coulda-shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-coulda-shouldas All Ran Away And Hid From One Little Did.

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!

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...