I once met a bear in the woods.
Now, I’ve been in some rough neighborhoods,
But that Jellystone Park
[del]I once met a bear in the woods.
Now, I’ve been in some rough neighborhoods,
But the Charmin is so soft[/del]
:mad:
I once met a bear in the woods.
Now, I’ve been in some rough neighborhoods,
But that Jellystone Park
Is indeed quite the lark
I once met a bear in the woods.
Now, I’ve been in some rough neighborhoods,
But that Jellystone Park
Is indeed quite the lark
Cause that Yogi delivered the goods!
The Frenchman took off his beret,
The Frenchman took off his beret,
As he entered the fancy soiree
nm.
The Frenchman took off his beret,
As he entered the fancy soiree .
He’d been at the Eiffel
The Frenchman took off his beret,
As he entered the fancy soiree .
He’d been at the Eiffel
Then pulled out a rifle,
The Frenchman took off his beret,
As he entered the fancy soiree .
He’d been at the Eiffel
Then pulled out a rifle,
He just hated to see people meret.
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
Is batting southpaw, in the tracks.
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
Is batting southpaw, in the tracks.
But beware the curve
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
Is batting southpaw, in the tracks.
But beware the curve
If you’ve got the nerve
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
Is batting southpaw, in the tracks.
But beware the curve
If you’ve got the nerve
He’s easiest hit with a pick-axe.
What I (sort of) had in mind when I wrote the first line was;
The best way to hit Sandy Koufax
Is to stand at the plate with a pick-axe.
And when he turns around
You’d run to the mound
And strike him hard with at least six whacks.
(I only jumped in because it looked like the rhyme had stalled. Someone, please feel free to suggest a new first-line).
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead mod in his cave
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead mod in a cave.
For Dave’s an old rocker
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead mod in a cave.
For Dave’s an old rocker
(He jammed with Joe Cocker!)
There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead mod in a cave.
For Dave’s an old rocker
(He jammed with Joe Cocker!)
And kept an odd bod as a slave.
The lookout cried out, ‘Moby Dick!’
The lookout cried out, ‘Moby Dick!’
I picked up a harpoon right quick.
The lookout cried out, ‘Moby Dick!’
I picked up a harpoon right quick.
When I took a quick stab
The lookout cried out, ‘Moby Dick!’
I picked up a harpoon right quick.
When I took a quick stab
I could not pierce the thick flab