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| SPLAT! |
I saw a little butterfly flapping in the air,
He was flying everywhere without a bit of care.
He came up to the road and he tried to fly across,
He went flap, flap, flap, then
SPLAT! on the window.
I saw a little bumble bee buzzing from his home,
Collecting lots of pollen to produce a honey comb.
He came up to the road and he tried to fly across,
He went buzz, buzz, buzz then
SPLAT! on the window.
I saw a swarm of June bugs flying to and fro,
Some were flying high, and some were flying low.
They came up to the road and they tried to fly across,
But they went SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! on the window.
Orange, brown and purple,
Yellow, black and green.
Looking through my windshield that is what I see.
Lots of little bugs they must surely have their place,
I'm just glad they didn't go SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! on my FACE! | | |
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| The Sumo Wrestler |
I went to the movies last Saturday night
Jackie Chan was on the big screen a Kung Fu fight
in came a big old man and he sat in front of me,
I tried to look around him but I just couldn't see
The show was beginning and Jackie threw a chair
But all that I could see was the big man's head
Everywhere I looked that man was in my way
And like a big dummy I opened my mouth to say
"Hey there mister could you sit a little lower?
Your head's in the way and so are your shoulders,
By the way I think you're naked go and put on some clothes!"
He just looked at me, said something in Japanese
And I have no idea what he was saying.
He was a Sumo Wrestler
Look at that belly!
A Sumo Wrestler
It jiggles like jelly!
He's a Sumo Wrestler
As big as a bear
Parading around in his underwear! | | |
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| Over The Road Singing Truckers |
We're over the road singing truckers
In machines that will scare you to death.
We drive right up on your bumper,
'Cause we can, and we think it's funny.
We like to sing with our radios
We turn them up really loud.
Sometimes we sing Country Western
Sometimes we sing operas by Mozart
We're over the road singing truckers,
We can scat like Ella Fitzgerald.
Sometimes we turn on our CBs
And sing trios, but we have to take turns.
When people see us they get off the highway,
They never give us a fuss.
We're over the road singing truckers,
'Cause it's better than driving a
Forklift! | | |
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