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    Listen to tS

    Listen to tS

    tS

    Listen to the NEVER hAVES

    ten close to me-

    Anything can happen, child,

    ANYthING can be.

    Ill tell you tory of Jimmy Jet-

    And you knoelll you is true.

    o cV set

    almost as much as you.

    cc

    till he grew pale and lean,

    From quot;t; to quot;te Late S;

    And all tween.

    cill his eyes were frozen wide,

    And tom greo his chair.

    And urned into a tuning dial,

    And antennae gre of his hair.

    And urned into tV tubes,

    And o a tV screeen.

    And t;VERtquot; and quot;;

    Grew where his ears had been.

    And  looked like a tail

    So tle Jim.

    And noead of cV

    e all sit around and ch him.

    Oh, if youre a bird, be an early bird

    And catc plate.

    If youre a bird, be an early early bird-

    But if youre a e.

    A piece of sky

    Broke off and fell

    the ceiling

    Rigo my soup,

    KERPLOP!

    I really must state

    t I usually e

    Lentil soup, but I ate

    Every drop!

    Delicious delicious

    (A bit like plaster),

    But so delicious, goodness sake-

    I could en a lentil-soup lake.

    Its amazing the difference

    A bit of sky can make.

    Oen

    By a boa constrictor,

    A boa constrictor,

    A boa constrictor,

    Im being eaten by a boa constrictor,

    And I dont like it--one bit.

    ell, w do you know?

    Its nibblin my toe.

    Oh, gee,

    Its up to my knee.

    Oh my,

    Its up to my thigh.

    Oh, fiddle,

    Its up to my middle.

    Oh, heck,

    Its up to my neck.

    Oh, dread,

    Its upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

    Once I spoke the flowers,

    Once I understood eacerpillar said,

    Once I smiled in secret at tarlings,

    And sion he housefly

    in my bed.

    Once I ions

    of ts,

    And joined the crying of each falling dying

    flake of snow,

    Once I spoke the flowers. . . .

    go?

    go?

    Buy Seins Poetry

    If you o school.

    teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.

    A crumb of cake

    And last you seven days at least,

    A flea would be a frig

    If you were one incall.

    If you he door,

    And it ake about a monto get doo tore.

    A bit of fluff would be your bed,

    Youd shread,

    And himble on your head

    If you were one incall.

    Youd surf across tcick of gum.

    You couldnt  o humb.

    Youd run from peoples feet in fright,

    to move a pen ake all night,

    (took fourteen years to e--

    Cause Im just one incall).

    I opened my eyes

    And looked up at the rain,

    And it dripped in my head

    And floo my brain,

    And all t I hear as I lie in my bed

    Is ty-sloshe rain in my head.

    I step very softly,

    I walk very slow,

    I cant do a and--

    I might overflow,

    So pardon t said--

    Im just not theres rain in my head.

    the sidewalk ends

    And before treet begins,

    And t and we,

    And t,

    And ts from

    to cool in t wind.

    Let us leave the smoke blows black

    And treet winds and bends.

    Past ts w flowers grow

    e s is measured and slow,

    And ce arrows go

    to the sidewalk ends.

    Yes  is measured and slow,

    And well go we arrows go,

    For they know

    the sidewalk ends.