Here’s a lullaby for a lonely heart.
Here’s a lullaby for caring.
Here’s a lullaby for sweet, sweet dreams.
Here’s a lullaby for sharing.
Here’s a lullaby for a lonely heart.
Here’s a lullaby for caring.
Here’s a lullaby for sweet, sweet dreams.
Here’s a lullaby for sharing.
Russia School Shootings
Now they’re killing kids in Russia.
There’s madness in the land.
Where’s the point in shooting children?
I’ll never understand.
Where’s the point in shooting children?
It’s World War III by proxy.
Ukraine sends its fighting men.
Though it isn’t Orthodoxy,
it is still a war we’re in.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Always shadows on my mind.
Little faces fade to darkness.
Only mem’ries stay behind.
Life without Tucker
just isn’t the same.
No walk to the beach.
No ball-fetching game.
No picking up dog toys
or poop in the yard.
Life without Tucker’s
incredibly hard.
Pomp and Pageantry.
What a way to go!
I don’t want Royalty myself,
but it does make quite a show!
There are some who plead senility.
But, that’s not what is wrong with me.
I’m very happy to explain:
I’ve COVID Virus of the Brain.
Queen Elizabeth is dead.
King Charles is on the throne.
We savor England’s royalty
‘cause we have none of our own.
We could use a Royal Family
to sparkle up our news…
some folks we’d all tsk-tsk about,
who’d gripe us and amuse.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
I can hear their muffled cry.
“Mama? There’s a shooter….
Mama? Will I die?”
The news is what’s NOT happening.
The trains WON’T go on strike.
Commerce WILL keep flowing.
Our prices MIGHT NOT hike.