On a matress, Luka jumped,
With all his splendid might.
He jumped on Kueh's little bed,
Much to Kueh's plight.
And this commotion started in,
The middle of the night.
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On a matress, Luka jumped,
With all his splendid might.
He jumped on Kueh's little bed,
Much to Kueh's plight.
And this commotion started in,
The middle of the night.
I have a little hat which I wear upon my head.
He eats a lot of cookies, and every night is fed.
Sometimes, in the morning, he has a little juice.
And constantly complains because he's growing quite obtuse.
He's getting to be large now, this much is plainly seen.
I marvel at comparisons of how tiny he has been.
His size is much my fault, and I fear I've payed the toll.
For just last night he grabbed me up, and swallowed me down whole.
There is a little gecko, his name is Shiny Ku.
He has a bright red hat and he plays a bright kazoo.
He'll kazoo into the evening, and kazoo into the morn'.
In fact, he was kazooin' since the minute he was born!
He once faced at a river, great and rapid in his path.
He kazooed it into calmness and then used it for a bath.
He once encountered mighty lions, stalking through the shade.
He kazooed them into kittens, and then with them all he played.
Once there was a mountain, whose peak was proud and tall.
After he was done kazooin', the mountain was quite small.
There once appeared a huge sea beast, a mutant, giant krait.
He kazooed it into ice cream, and then happily he ate.
But once there was a thing he faced that he could not kazoo.
He had to go to bed at night without embracing you.
I quite felt a bite in the midst of the night,
A pernicious of bites it was.
With a cry, and a sigh, I did ask the thing, "Why?!"
And all he said back was "Because."
See this fist, on my wrist, which does rest on my arm,
Which itself extends out from my chest?
With this fist I will punch you right square in the face,
Till you shout loud and clear, "You're the best!"
A little young lad set out one day, with a dog, with a stick, with some hay.
And just like that, his adventure began, so I tell, so I sing, so I say.
He did rescue the prince of the dwarves from a cave, it was dark, it was damp, it was cold.
They did shower him over with wonder-ous gifts, sword of steel, mail of mith, crown of gold.
He did come home a hero and they sang and they cheered, and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered.
And they cheered and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered.
Even though he is now loved and known far and wide, he still longs for the thrill of the quest.
Even now he does plan to go set out again, out for riches, and thrills, and the rest.
Oh my god I forgot, I do that a lot,
I just hope I didn't leave someone distraught...
This counts, by the way, I do solemnly say, and if you disagree I will solemnly slay
You and thus will your head fall right down from your neck, and on will it roll right on down to Quebec.
Your head will keep rolling until it finds Chock, and he will then force you to suck on his chalk
flavored candy, and then he will laugh, so giddy you'd think that he was a giraffe!
Once upon a cheery day I met a pink giraffe.
And in his tailcoat pocket he did sport a huge carafe.
Topped off was it with liquor, so potent, so robust.
Over a lengthy cup or two, such topics we discussed.
Things like little teddy bears, born high by ballerinas,
or fearsome lions fighting men in gladi'tor's arenas.
And then, quite drunk, we stumbled off and went our separate ways.
But we've plans to meet again and party hard for days.
The flower and the honey bee were deep in honest love.
He'd hum such sonnets in her ear, you'd think he was a dove.
She'd pamper up with sweet perfumes when they went out to date.
And he was always dressed up sharp, and never was he late.
And then a winter blizzard did reveal its icy face,
The flower and the honey bee died together in embrace.
Humans are but animals, and animals are we,
We might not live inside a river, or in a cave or tree,
But still we must be mindful of our humble starting point.
We must not let our race, itself to godliness anoint.
With this in mind I still believe that humans are right swell.
I'm so glad that I'm a human, that I just want to yell.
I like my crackers like I like my bread.
Oiled and waiting for me in my bed,
Tinseled, dancing on a dragon's head,
Or drawing me places in a fancy sled.
ME LIKE
PLS DON'T STOP
The moon is naked, don't you see? He's showing off his bum.
Upon him I gaze longingly, and hum a little hum.
"Oh moon" said I, "Up very high, may I take you on a date?"
He stroked my thigh, and heaved a sigh, "I'll meet you at the gate."
So now I wait here for the moon, for we have plans this eve.
We'll talk later, the moon is here. It's time to us to leave.