I Made Myself A Snowball As Perfect

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?)

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.

If You Have To Dry The Dishes (such An Awful Boring Chore) If You Have To Dry The Dishes ('stead Of Going To The Store) If You Have To Dry The Dishes And You Drop One On The Floor Maybe They Won't Let You Dry The Dishes Anymore

I Said, "i'll Take The T-bone Steak." A Soft Voice Mooed, "oh Wow." And I Looked Up And Realized The Waitress Was A Cow. I Cried, "mistake--forget The The Steak. I'll Take The Chicken Then." I Heard A Cluck--'twas Just My Luck The Busboy Was A Hen. I Said, "okay No, Fowl Today. I'll Have The Seafood Dish." Then I Saw Through The Kitchen Door The Cook--he Was A Fish. I Screamed, "is There Anyone Workin' Here Who's An Onion Or A Beet? No? Your're Sure? Okay Then Friends, A Salad's What I'll Eat." They Looked At Me. "oh,no," They Said, "the Owner Is A Cabbage Head.

Listen To The Mustn'ts, Child. Listen To The Don'ts. Listen To The Shouldn'ts, The Impossibles, The Won'ts. Listen To The Never Haves, Then Listen Close To Me... Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.