March 6, 2008

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That’s not the way
I like to play
I’m tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won’t you
Help me please?

I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who’s not pretend

Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We’d soon become
Good friends because
Although they’re hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws

If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I’d be the best that a
friend could be
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Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash

I have here a sneaker that’s tattered and worn
It’s all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it’s trash

Oh, I love trash!
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash

I have here some newspaper thirteen months old
I wrapped fish inside it; it’s smelly and cold
But I wouldn’t trade it for a big pot o’ gold!
I love it because it’s trash
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Well, I’d like to visit the moon
On a rocket ship high in the air
Yes, I’d like to visit the moon
But I don’t think I’d like to live there
Though I’d like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I might like it for one afternoon
I don’t want to live on the moon

I’d like to travel under the sea
I could meet all the fish everywhere
Yes, I’d travel under the sea
But I don’t think I’d like to live there
I might stay for a day there if I had my wish
But there’s not much to do when your friends are all fish
And an oyster and clam aren’t real family
So I don’t want to live in the sea
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I know a tropical island
Where the Mango moon and Banana sun shine
And on this tropical island
There lives a cousin of mine

Sometimes he lives in the water
Sometimes he lives on the land
Sometimes he likes to go sun himself
On soft Caribbean sand

He’s a Caribbean Amphibian
He likes to hop in the tropical sea
Caribbean Amphibian
A frog in a coconut tree

The flying fish and the turtles
They’ve seen him hop where the pineapple grows
He likes to see all the islands
So, island-hopping he goes

Sometimes he hops to Jamaica
Sometimes to Haiti he hops
Sometimes a warm Puerto Rican beach
Is where he finally stops
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