O' HUG WAR
LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS
I will not play at tug o' war. I'd rather play at hug o' war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins.
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS Listen to the SHOULDN'TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS Listen to the NEVER HAVES, Then listen close to me-- Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.
WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS
FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moonbird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood word each the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalkwhite arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
And joi...