So Please Get Your Rags

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

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.

Everything Isn't Everything

The Hens They All Cackle, The Roosters All Beg, But I Will Not Hatch, I Will Not Hatch. For I Hear All The Talk Of Pollution And War As The People All Shout And The Airplane Roar, So I'm Staying In Here Where It's Safe And It's Warm, And I Will Not Hatch!

The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.