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Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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Time to go back to some old school kindergarten songs!

Down by the bay (down by the bay)
Where the watermelons grow (where the watermelons grow)
Back to my home (back to my home)
I dare not go (I dare not go)
For if I do (for if I do)
My mother will say:
"Have you ever seen a goose, kissing a moose?"
Down by the bay
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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Down by the bay (down by the bay)
Where the watermelons grow (where the watermelons grow)
Back to my home (back to my home)
I dare not go (I dare not go)
For if I do (for if I do)
My mother will say:
"Have you ever seen a fly, wearing a tie?"
Down by the bay
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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Down by the bay (down by the bay)
Where the watermelons grow (where the watermelons grow)
Back to my home (back to my home)
I dare not go (I dare not go)
For if I do (for if I do)
My mother will say:
"Have you ever seen a mole, smoking a bowl?"
Down by the bay
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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Down by the bay (down by the bay)
Where the watermelons grow (where the watermelons grow)
Back to my home (back to my home)
I dare not go (I dare not go)
For if I do (for if I do)
My mother will say:
"Have you ever seen Tommy Chong, rippin a bong?"
Down by the bay
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For 50 cents, cents, cents
To watch the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence
They jumped so high, high, high
They touched the sky, sky, sky
They never came down, down, down
Until the fourth of July, ly, ly, ly, ly, ly
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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I knew this entire poem in 4th grade. Growing up is all about forgetting.

Paul Bunyan

He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,
He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall ... that’s Paul.

Talk about workin’, when he swung his axe
You could hear it ring for a mile and a half.
Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall ... for Paul.

Talk about drinkin’, that man’s so mean
That he’d never drink nothin’ but kerosene,
And a five‑gallon can is a little bit small ... for Paul.

Talk about tough, well he once had a fight
With a thunderstorm on a cold dark night.
I ain’t sayin’ who won,
But it don’t storm at all . . . ‘round here ... thanks to Paul.

He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh,
“I think I’m gonna lay right down and die
‘Cause sunshine and sorrow, I’ve seen it all”... says Paul.

He says, “There ain’t no man alive can kill me, Ain’t no woman ‘round can thrill me,
And I think heaven just might be a ball”... says Paul.

So he died ... and we cried.

It took eighteen men just to bust the ground,
It took twenty‑four more just to lower him down.
And we covered him up and we figured that was all ... for Paul.

But late one night the trees started shakin’,
The dogs started howlin’ and the earth started quakin’,
And out of the ground with a “Hi, y’all” . . . come Paul!

He shook the dirt from off of his clothes,
He scratched his butt and he wiped his nose.
“Y’know, bein’ dead wasn’t no fun at all” . . . says Paul.

He says, “Up in heaven they got harps on their knees,
They got clouds and wings but they got no trees.
I don’t think that’s much of a heaven at all”... says Paul.

So he jumps on his ox with a fare‑thee‑well,
He says, “I’ll find out if they’s trees in hell.”
And he rode away, and that was all ... we ever seen ... of Paul.

But the next time you hear a “Timber!” yell
That sounds like it’s comin’ from the pits of hell,
Then a weird and devilish ghostly wail
Like somebody choppin’ on the devil’s tail,
Then a shout, a call, a crash, a fall—
That ain’t no mortal man at all ... that’s Paul!
 
Wikidbchofthewst

Wikidbchofthewst

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More Shel Silverstein, cuz he rocks. He's a scary lookin mofo, but he rocks. If I could post the giving tree here, I so would!
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.[/FONT]

[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I have a sliver in my thumb.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I think my hair is falling out.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]There's a hole inside my ear.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?
[/FONT][FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]G'bye, I'm going out to play!"[/FONT]
 
email468

email468

Well-Known Member
Holy Cow Chiceh! Congratulations on your modness. to be honest - i always thought you were a mod :bigjoint:

oh boy - the mr. ganja thing again (runs and hides)

i still think mr. ganja/ ganja goddess would have been good choices :)
 
Twistyman

Twistyman

Well-Known Member
email468 said:
Holy Cow Chiceh! Congratulations on your modness. to be honest - i always thought you were a mod :bigjoint:

oh boy - the mr. ganja thing again (runs and hides)

i still think mr. ganja/ ganja goddess would have been good choices :)
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Hey e...I'd be more worried about village idiot.....but then again every village needs one.....:):)
 
Chiceh

Chiceh

Global Mod, Stoner Chic
email468 said:
Holy Cow Chiceh! Congratulations on your modness. to be honest - i always thought you were a mod :bigjoint:

oh boy - the mr. ganja thing again (runs and hides)

i still think mr. ganja/ ganja goddess would have been good choices :)
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Thanks email. I like that, Modness lol. I am not too worried about it now that staff title is there, lol. :mrgreen::peace:
 
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