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    The Yipiyuk would not let go.
    I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”-
    The Yipiyuk would not let go.
    Yes, that was sixteen years ago.
    And the Yipiyuk still won’t let go.
    The snow may fall.
    The winds may blow-
    The Yipiyuk will not let go.
    The snow may melt.
    The grass may grow-
    The Yipiyuk will not let go.
    I drag him ‘round each place I go.
    This Yipiyuk that won’t let go.
    And now my child at last you know
    Exactly why I walk so slow.

    WHAT’S IN THE SACK?
    What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
    Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
    Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
    Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
    What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
    Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
    Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
    Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
    Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
    “Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
    “What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
    Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
    No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
    Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
    Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
    And if we guess it, will you give us half?
    Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’.
    Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back.
    Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
    No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
    “What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
    At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
    What?
    Oh no. Not you, too!

    WON’T YOU?
    Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure
    But she is in love with Freddy,
    Karen’s sweet but Harry has her,
    Gentle Jane is going steady.
    Carol hates me, so does May,
    Abigail will not be mine,
    Nancy lives too far away …
    Won’t you be my Valentine?
    ALICE
    She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME
    And up she grew so tall.
    She ate from a plate called TASTE ME
    And down she shrank so small.
    And so she changed, while other folks
    Never tried nothin’ at all.

    SHADOW WASH
    I’ve never washed my shadow out
    In all the time I’ve had it.
    It was absolutely filthy I supposed.
    And so today I peeled it off
    The wall where it was leaning
    And stuck it in the washtub
    With the clothes.
    I put in soap and bleach and stuff,
    I let it soak for hours,
    I wrung it out and hung it out to dry.
    And whoever would have thunk
    That it would have gone and shrunk
    For now it’s so much
    Littler than I.

    RECIPE FOR A HIPPOPOTAMUS SANDWICH
    A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
    All you do is simply take
    One slice of bread,
    One slice of cake,
    Some mayonnaise.
    One onion ring.
    One hippopotamus.
    One piece of string,
    A dash of pepper-
    That ought to do it.
    And now comes the problem …
    Biting into it!

    EIGHTEEN FLAVORS
    Eighteen luscious, scrumptious flavors-
    Chocolate, lime and cherry.
    Coffee, pumpkin, fudge-banana,
    Caramel cream and boysenberry.
    Rocky road and toasted almond,
    Butterscotch, vanilla dip.
    Butter-brickle, apple ripple.
    Coconut and mocha chip.
    Brandy peach and lemon custard,
    Each scoop lovely, smooth, and round.
    Tallest ice-cream cone in town.
    Lying there (sniff) on the ground.

    POOR ANGUS
    Oh what do you do, poor Angus,
    When hunger makes you cry?
    “I fix myself an omelet, sir.
    Of fluffy clouds and sky.”
    Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,
    When winds blow down the hills?
    “I sew myself a warm cloak, sir.
    Of hope and daffodils.”
    Oh who do you love, poor Angus,
    When Catherine’s left the moor?
    “Ah, then, sir, then’s the only time
    I feel I’m really poor.”

    WHAT A DAY
    What a day,
    Oh what a day.
    My baby brother ran away,
    And now my tuba will not play.
    I’m eight years old
    And turning grey,
    Oh what a day.
    Oh what a day.
    MA AND GOD
    God gave us fingers-Ma says, “Use your fork.”
    God gave us voices-Ma says, “Don’t scream.”
    Ma says eat broccoli,