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kid!
    Will you please come down for just a minute?”
    But the flying kid did not come down.
    He treaded air above the town.
    Sort of cryin’ and looking down
    At all of us here on the ground.
    Then up he flew, up into the clouds.
    Flapping and flying so far and high.
    Out past the hills and into the sky
    Until a tiny speck against the sun
    Was all we could see of him … then he was gone.

    BAND-AIDS
    I have a Band-Aid on my finger.
    One on my knee, and one on my nose.
    One on my heel, and two on my shoulder.
    Three on my elbow, and nine on my toes.
    Two on my wrist, and one on my ankle.
    One on my chin, and one on my thigh.
    Four on my belly, and five on my bottom.
    One on my forehead, and one on my eye.
    One on my neck, and in case I might need ‘em
    I have a box full of thirty-five more.
    But oh! I do think it’s sort of a pity
    I don’t have a cut or a sore!

    DREADFUL
    Someone ate the baby,
    It’s rather sad to say.
    Someone ate the baby
    So she won’t be out to play.
    We’ll never hear her whiney cry
    Or have to feel if she is dry.
    We’ll never hear her asking “Why?”
    Someone ate the baby.
    Someone ate the baby.
    It’s absolutely clear
    Someone ate the baby
    ‘Cause the baby isn’t here.
    We’ll give away her toys and clothes.
    We’ll never have to wipe her nose.
    Dad says, “That’s the way it goes.”
    Someone ate the baby.
    Someone ate the baby.
    What a frightful thing to eat!
    Someone ate the baby
    Though she wasn’t very sweet.
    It was a heartless thing to do.
    The policemen haven’t got a clue.
    I simply can’t imagine who
    Would go and (burp) eat the baby.

    SKINNY
    Skinny McGuinn
    was so terribly thin
    that while taking his bath
    Sunday night,
    out popped the plug
    and sloosh-swoosh
    and glug-glug
    it washed Skinny
    right down the drain
    out of sight.
    And where is our dear Skinny
    bathing tonight?
    In some underground pool
    down below?
    Or up there so high
    in that tub in the sky
    where all of the clean people go?

    THE LAND OF HAPPY
    Have you been to The Land of Happy,
    Where everyone’s happy all day,
    Where they joke and they sing
    Of the happiest things.
    And everything’s jolly and gay?
    There’s no one unhappy in Happy,
    There’s laughter and smiles galore.
    I have been to The Land of Happy-
    What a bore!

    PIRATE CAPTAIN JIM
    “Walk the plank,” says Pirate Jim.
    “But Captain Jim, I cannot swim.”
    “Then you must steer us through the gale.”
    “But Captain Jim, I cannot sail.”
    “Then down with the galley slaves you go.”
    “But Captain Jim, I cannot row.”
    “Then you must be the pirate’s clerk.”
    “But Captain Jim, I cannot work.”
    “Then a pirate captain you must be.”
    “Thank you, Jim,” says Captain Me.

    FISH?
    The little fish eats the tiny fish,
    The big fish eats the little fish-
    So only the biggest fish get fat.
    Do you know any folks like that?

    IF THE WORLD WAS CRAZY
    If the world was crazy, you know what I’d eat?
    A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat,
    A lemonade sandwich, and then I might try
    Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
    A nice notebook salad, an underwear roast,
    An omelet of hats and some crisp cardboard toast,
    A thick malted milk made from pencils and daisies.
    And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy.
    If the world was crazy, you know what I’d wear?
    A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair,
    Some marshmallow earmuffs, some licorice shoes.
    And I’d read a paper of peppermint news.
    I’d call the boys “Suzy” and I’d call the girls “Harry,”
    I’d talk through my ears, and I always would carry
    A paper umbrella for when it grew hazy
    To keep in the rain, if the world was crazy.
    If the world was crazy, you know what I’d do?
    I’d walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe,
    I’d fly through the ground and I’d skip through the air,
    I’d run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair.
    When I met somebody I’d say “G’bye, Joe,”
    And when I was leaving-then I’d say