Once There Was A Tree, And She

I've Found My Missin' Piece So Grease My Knees And Fleece My Bees I've Found My Missin' Piece!

If We Meet And I Say, "hi," That's A Salutation. If You Ask Me How I Feel, That's A Consideration. If We Stop And Talk Awhile, That's A Conversation. If We Understand Each Other, That's Communication. If We Argue, Scream And Fight, That's An Altercation. If Later We Apologize, That's A Reconciliation. If We Help Each Other Home, That's Cooperation. And All These Ations Added Up Make Civilization. (and If I Say This Is A Wonderful Poem, Is That Exaggeration?)

I Opened My Eyes And Looked Up At The Rain, And It Dripped In My Head And Flowed Into My Brain, And All That I Hear As I Lie In My Bed Is The Slishity-slosh Of The Rain In My Head. I Step Very Softly, I Walk Very Slow, I Can't Do A Handstand-- I Might Overflow, So Pardon The Wild Crazy Thing I Just Said-- I'm Just Not The Same Since There's Rain In My Head.

Anything Is Possible. Anything Can Be.

To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do Something, Not To Not Do Something.