I was thinking maybe this could be used as background music for something, 

lyrics:

Your story is full of holes like your daddy's straw hat,

and then you clung to my soul like a baby Crawdad,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

I can't believe the words you say, their full of holes like your daddy's straw hat,

and now you won't let go of my soul, you latched on like a baby crawdad,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

You need a little push, think you better shush, the sea is full of wine.

(Sometimes I just love hanging with my 4year old niece Gabrielle. Big thanks to her. Please check out some others in the resource.)

There once was a boy named Skip.

He loved to skip rocks; but he didn't have any friends.

The rocks were(was) his friends.

One day he skipped a rock really far!

He heard a loud noise.

"Ow!!"

"What was that?!" said Skip.

"It was me!!"

"Who?!!"

"My name is Bobby and you hit me with a rock!!"

Bobby was a Sea Turtle and he was mad.

"Why did you hit me?!!"

"I'm sorry Bobby! I just love to skip rocks."

"Skipping rocks? I used to skip rocks when I was a wee Turtle!"

"Really?!!"

"Yes I did!!"

"Will you skip rocks with me?!"

"Well of course!!"

Skip was so happy, he hadn't smiled this big in a long time.

He wasn't just a lonely boy skipping rocks.

He had a real friend; and they skipped rocks every day!

The end!

Goodbye! :) 

This was a fake interview I made

 (lyrics)

Now the party hats are broken, and we’ve done all our joking,

About the resolutions we’re gonna keep,

Well the alcohol’s provoking, and no one’s softly spoken,

Tonight’s a night I know, I will have no sleep,

Happy Happy New Years, Goodbye  Goodbye to the Blue years!

Everybody’s gonna be alright. And we know the party’s only getting started tonight,

My hair is full of confetti, I think, I think I’m ready,

To take the plunge into another year,

Well the champagne’s almost empty, the party theme’s 1950s,

And the music on the juke box adores my ears,

Happy Happy New Years, Goodbye  Goodbye to the Blue years!

Everybody we're gonna be alright. And we know the party’s only getting started tonight,

Now go ahead and pet the New Year, it don’t bite,

Now the party’s turned to nothing, and hopefully we’ve learned something,

That we’ll be better people in days to come,

Now the years begun so quickly, but I need to live it more carefully,

It appears that I’ve already, stepped in gum.

Watch where you’re goin when you’re walkin in the New Year baby!

Silly Little Jingle.

(lyrics)

Oh so much pride, you cannot hide,

You live like a King but you're dying inside,

Still growing old, Silver and Gold,

Can't buy back your youth as the stories were told,

You're the King,

You're the King,

Ah Ah Owww,

You're getting scared, you're not prepared,

For living a life that you always bewared,

You have no friends, this is the end,

And now you are wishing that it was pretend.

A rap to the words of Metaphorest's incredible poem, (below) that she wrote for Wirrow's amazing image.  :)

"Meek boy, weak boy, frightened little lamb, boy.

Eat him up, beat him up, wham, bam, slam, boy

Wolfpack, lashback, put him in his place now

Little mite, first fight, fast went down

Bloodstains, mudstains, in his little limbs, pains

Choked up, broke up, hollow-heart and numb-brains

Toughen up, button up, chin held high, child

Knuckle down, shuffle round, wolves run wild

Months pass, maths class, picking on their victim

Gathered round, floorbound, punched him, kicked him

Can’t breathe, gotta leave, little lamb is broken

Never known, all alone, all unspoken"

Walk home, stalk home, slinking through the old park

Red eyes, dead eyes, spying in the dark

A wolf, boy! Run, boy! But he stops dead, see

Stand his ground, this round, finally

Meek boy, weak boy, shed his little lamb’s wool

Strong boy, wrong boy has his little belly full

Dead wolf, bled wolf, wear a suit of wolf hide

One of them, one of them, on the outside

One of them, one of them, on the outside

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. 

lyrics:

I got turkey on my plate and I'ma eat it baby, and you better not forget my gravy!

Mama's cookin in the kitchen and my stomach is itchin, for a little bit of hunger attention.

What was that noise? I don't know that voice! I opened up the front door (with poise).

It was a neighborhood boy, with a gun to the door, saying let me in and drop to the floor!

"I hear you're having Thanksgiving dinner!" "What's it to you?!!" "I wanna eat a little bit of it too!

I been smellin yalls food for an hour or two, and I'ma steal it cause that's what I do!"

"You're telling me I won the world's worst lottery?! I've been waiting all year for a Thanksgiving Robbery?!!"

"I don't care what you've been waiting for, now I think I'm taking more, Pumpkin Pie going out the door!!"

"I'ma count to (1), you better put down my pie!! Or my fist is gonna POP you in the eye!!"

"Gobble Gobble bring it on!! I'm hungrier than King Kong! and I ain't had a fight all day long!!"

They were fighting so madly, one guy got burned badly, there was gravy everywhere sadly.

(nobody touched the Green Bean Caserole. I thought that was kinda weird.)

They were shovin faces in the Cranberry, everything was very scary, someone call the Tooth Fairy!!

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Said the mama from the kitchen, why can't we get along on Thanksgiving?!!  (wisdom)

Sit down, and chow down!! Put your little gun down! It's time to go to Turkey town!!"

"I'm sorry!"   "I'M sorry!!"   "No I am!"   "No I AM!!"  "Will both yall shut up and pass the Ham?!"

Back to good in the hood, and they ate real good, AND they ate about as much as they could.

(The Moral of this story is......!!!!!!)

A random little rap I made to mtbrd's incredible beat.

Lyrics:

I used to hustle baby’s for their Milk money,

Now I’m on the Go like a Road Runner,

Running from the Gunner of an Old Hunter,

Silly Wabbit gotta Bad Habit,

and Anger Management is keeping me in line,

So I aint Mad at it,

I got a hurtin’ in this Circus that I work in,

Baby would it hurt to throw a perk in?

This aint no pay roll, I’m living in a waste hole,

I’m bout 3 seconds from a date with my pistol,

Cut the Gristle, I’m sick of all this chewing when I whistle,

I think I need an early Dismissal,

My mind was gone when I Conned all my enemies,

Skull and Cross Bones on the Death letters sent to me,

What’s a friend to me? Someone who’s offended me,

Still hasn’t forgiven me, horrifically they get to be,

In my family of misfortune, unproportionate contortionist,

Clown’s throwing Bowling Pins at Corporatist,

This is where I belong, life of circus worker,

A local flirtin lerker eatin on his Turkey Burger,

and I aint down with a murder of a life deserver,

And I deserve it so I think I’ll live a little further,

I was half asleep when I threw this simple little ditty together, so sorry for all the distortion, play at your own risk, :)

(lyrics)

I am, leaving for the weekend, through the air,  I don’t know where,

I know, I’ve been to many places, now it’s time, for something new,

I have, Never Been to Paris,

Pack my bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,

It’s been, long since a vacation, look at the skies, it pleases the eyes,

I don’t, have a bit of home sick, I’m gonna be, excited for me,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Pack My bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,

Take me, all across the planet, up in the clouds, we’re up and we’re down,

Save me, from the repition, everyday, I don’t wanna stay,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Pack My bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,