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cereal and carrots.
    But God gave us tasteys for maple ice cream.
    God gave us fingers-Ma says, “Use your hanky.”
    God gave us puddles-Ma says, “Don’t splash.”
    Ma says, “Be quiet, your father is sleeping.”
    But God gave us garbage can covers to crash.
    God gave us fingers-Ma says, “Put your gloves on.”
    God gave us raindrops-Ma says, “Don’t get wet.”
    Ma says be careful, and don’t get too near to
    Those strange lovely dogs that God gave us to pet.
    God gave us fingers-Ma says, “Go wash ‘em.”
    But God gave us coal bins and nice dirty bodies.
    And I ain’t too smart, but there’s one thing for certain-
    Either Ma’s wrong or else God is.

    BANG-KLANG
    I’m Big Barney Zang of the railroad gang.
    My partner is Charlie O’Flynn.
    And I hold the nails
    For the big steel rails.
    And Charlie, he hammers ‘em in.
    And most of the time
    He does just fine.
    But now and again he fails.
    Maybe tomorrow I’ll hammer ‘em in,
    And let Charlie hold the nails.

    TRAFFIC LIGHT
    The traffic light simply would not turn green
    So the people stopped to wait
    As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold
    And the hour grew dark and late.
    Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers.
    Bikes and limousines,
    Clatterin’ by-me oh my!
    Won’t that light turn green?
    But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
    And there on the corner they stood,
    Twiddlin’ their thumbs till the changin’ comes
    The way good people should.
    And if you walk by that corner now.
    You may think it’s rather strange
    To see them there as they hopefully gaze
    With the very same smile on their very same face
    As they patiently stand in the very same place
    And wait for the light to change.

    ME-STEW
    I have nothing to put in my stew, you see.
    Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
    So I’ll just climb in the pot to see
    If I can make a stew out of me.
    I’ll put in some pepper and salt and I’ll sit
    In the bubbling water-I won’t scream a bit.
    I’ll sing while I simmer, I’ll smile while I’m stewing,
    I’ll taste myself often to see how I’m doing.
    I’ll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
    And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
    So bring out your stew bowls.
    You gobblers and snackers.
    Farewell-and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!

    DOUBLE-TAIL DOG
    Would you like to buy a dog with a tail at either end?
    He is quite the strangest dog there is in town.
    Though he’s not too good at knowing
    Just exactly where he’s going.
    He is very very good at sitting down.
    He doesn’t have a place to put a collar.
    And I’ll admit it’s rather hard to lead him.
    And he cannot hear you call
    For he has no ears at all.
    But it doesn’t cost a single cent to feed him.
    He cannot bite, he’ll never bark or growl,
    Just scratch him on his tails, he’ll find it pleasing.
    But you’ll have to take him out
    For twice as many walks.
    And I’ll bet that you can quickly guess the reason.

    PAUL BUNYAN
    He rode through the woods on a big blue ox.
    He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,
    Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall… that’s Paul.
    Talk about workin’, when he swung his axe
    You could hear it ring for a mile and a half.
    Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall… for Paul.
    Talk about drinkin’, that man’s so mean
    That he’d never drink nothin’ but kerosene.
    And a five-gallon can is a little bit small… for Paul.
    Talk about tough, well he once had a fight
    With a thunderstorm on a cold dark night.
    I ain’t sayin’ who won.
    But it don’t storm at all… ‘round here … thanks to Paul.
    He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh,
    “I think I’m gonna lay right down and die
    ‘Cause sunshine and sorrow, I’ve seen it all” … says Paul.
    He says, “There ain’t no man alive can kill me.
    Ain’t no woman ‘round can thrill me.
    And I think heaven just might be a ball” … says Paul.
    So he died … and we cried.
    It took eighteen men just to bust the