G'bye, I'm Going Out To Play!

God Says To Me With A Kind Of Smile, "hey How Would You Like To Be God Awhile And Steer The World?" . . . . "how Much Do I Get? What Time Is Lunch?" . . . . "gimme Back That Wheel," Says God. "i Don't Think You're Quite Ready Yet."

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

If The Track Is Tough And The Hill Is Rough, Thinking You Can Just Ain't Enough!

Just 'cause Somethin' Ain't Been Done Don't Mean It Can't Be Did.

An Oak Tree And A Rosebush Grew, Young And Green Together, Talking The Talk Of Growing Things- Wind And Water And Weather. And While The Rosebush Sweetly Bloomed The Oak Tree Grew So High That Now It Spoke Of Newer Things- Eagles, Mountain Peaks And Sky. "i Guess You Think You're Pretty Great," The Rose Was Heard To Cry, Screaming As Loud As It Possibly Could To The Treetop In The Sky. "and Now You Have No Time For Flower Talk, Now That You've Grown So Tall." "it's Not So Much That I've Grown," Said The Tree, "it's Just That You've Stayed So Small.