I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

Talked My Head Off Worked My Tail Off Cried My Eyes Out Walked My Feet Off Sang My Heat Out So You See, There's Really Not Much Left Of Me.

And The Tree Was Happy

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends, And Before The Street Begins, And There The Grass Grows Soft And White, And There The Sun Burns Crimson Bright, And There The Moon-bird Rests From His Flight To Cool In The Peppermint Wind.

My Beard Grows Down To My Toes, I Never Wears No Clothes, I Wraps My Hair Around My Bare, And Down The Road I Goes.

If You Are A Dreamer Come In If You Are A Dreamer A Wisher A Liar A Hoper A Pray-er A Magic-bean-buyer If Youre A Pretender Com Sit By My Fire For We Have Some Flax Golden Tales To Spin Come In! Come In!