I Killed The Bunny I killed the bunny rabbit,I admit, I admit I'm the mean culprit Who done it, Who done itWhy I left it all battered and severely bruised ?Well doing so really got me amused,... I know it's very sick & it's not an excuseSo what happens, Now that you know?I've got blood on my handsand guilt that will lastway past tomorrowwill "sorry" at least ease your sorrow?If it wouldn't then I won't say soBut I really feel bad thoughOh no, oh no, oh noWoe is me, I just killed a bunny.
Cotton You Let me show you how to do a cats cradle As we talk about nothing & maybe laugh a litlleTeddy hugsand puppy dog caresses let me hold you and fulfill my wishes of comfort and fluff when I've had more then enough of all that negative harsh stuff (you see I really am not tough)I love the way youre soft all over and prettty right on the face You're the perfect cushion for them really Hard days Even better than a billion pillow embrace
Nowhere Fran Nowhere Fran, Nowhere FranDon't you ever stay where you stand?You were just here a short time agoBut time has slipped into tommorowNow you have gone to a place far awayWrite us some letters & come back another dayNowhere Fran, Nowhere FranDon't you ever stay where you stand?When your time comes, some eons from nowYou'll find your place in someway that somehowYou'll have no compass, no time to departYou'll find that directionsWill lead you back to the startNowhere Fran, Nowhere FranDon't you ever stay where you stand?Hey there, Fran from nowhereNever here nor thereYou always seem to keep on leaving Without
Side Walk Cracks I've got my warm red shirt on ( yes, it may be hot )but I'm not complaining for today it's what I've gotI'm just so happyWhy can't I remember That it's so simple to be?I'm not having one of my self pity attacksmy shoes maybe --worn out--But I'm not stepping on the sidewalk cracksThinking may confuse me and I may not do the MathI'm kinda quirky sometimes but I'm no PsychopathI'm just so happyWhy can't I remind me That it's so simple to be?I'm not being bothered by life's ugly factsI may have felt --left out--But I'm not stepping on the sidewalk cracks
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