Tonight brings close to another day….
to its happiness….and its sorrow.
The dawning will bring a brand new day.
We can try again tomorrow.
Tonight brings close to another day….
to its happiness….and its sorrow.
The dawning will bring a brand new day.
We can try again tomorrow.
People ask me: “How ya’ doin’?”
My answer’s a little slow.
With killings. COVID, and anarchy…
how does anybody know?
I’ve sprinkled your path with Pixie Dust.
I’ve tossed it through the air.
You’re walking today through Pixie Dust
for happiness everywhere.
May this day be a day of happiness.
May this day be a day of laughter.
May this day bring sunshine to your life
with Happiness Ever After.
Book Club’s tomorrow, so
Don’tcha Fergit!
We’ll have a light lunch, and
we’ll chat a bit.
We’ll have dessert,
and sip on some wine.
We’re meeting tomorrow –
come snow or come shine!
Today I’m counting Rainbows.
I see them in my mind.
I’m counting Rainbows everywhere….
they’re easy enough to find!
I’m counting Rainbows in my heart.
I’m counting…one…two…three….
I’m wishing you some Rainbows.
Will you count along with me?
I’m a Real Macho Man.
I fire my gun whenever I can.
No one tells ME what to do.
I can shoot babies.
I can shoot you.
Cats are good companions,
cute and friendly ‘round the house.
Where there’s a Cat-in-Residence,
you rarely see a mouse.
We need to think it over, and
include in all our talks,
what the long-range plan will be
to clean the litter box.
Now they’re killing baby girls.
Our children are expendable.
Don’t bother to ask the NRA:
their answers are dependable.
“We have our Rights!. Our Rights are All!.
We want our Rights, you see!
We want our Right to Carry Arms,
not Responsibility!”
Oh, well.
Our schools are becoming killing fields
for the reckless and the mad.
Our kids are moving targets for the
troubled and the sad.
The child who dies is yours today.
It may be mine tomorrow.
Each parent faces every day
with the dread of death and sorrow.
Oh, well.