How beautiful would be that scene
If the world was blue and green
Everywhere you looked
Rivers and trees could be seen

But much to my dismay
The world is dark and gray
Everywhere I look
There’s concrete, dust and clay

A spider weaved a web
Giant and intricate
Looked at it in awe and muttered —
Oh what an architect I am
Here I will protect my eggs
Here I will trap a fly
How pleasant it would be
Oh I’m so proud of myself

A man looked at a spider
Weaving a web in a corner of his room
He looked at it with disgust and said —
Oh what a low-life
Weaving a no-good web
Wasting his time and energy and life
Let me put it out of its misery

And he did
And he was so proud of himself

Don’t wake me up till the hatred’s gone
Let me sleep in my bed alone
I’ll be dreaming about a better world
Don’t wake me up till the dreaming’s done

When you’re blue and feeling down
All the worries of the town
Are dancing atop your head
Don’t you fret no don’t you dread
For I’ve got a perfect cure
To help you through this mess
It will help you that’s for sure
So relax and don’t you stress
Though it may not be your style
Just put up a smile

Your rotten luck is grinning on you
Your heart is aching ain’t that true?
Nothing seems to go your way
It’s even worse than yesterday
Well you’ve tried all that you can
You’ve worked hard that’s clear to see
You don’t have another plan
So for now have faith in me
Every once in a little while
Just put up a smile

Your age is not on your skin
Your wrinkles tell a lie
Your coughs and aches cannot reveal
The time that has flown by

The colour of your hair can’t tell
Whether you’re young or old
Some people have misconceptions
Unaware of truth I’m told

Your baggy eyes, your tasteless tongue
Your weak, unreceptive ears
Are not the right points of reference
How do they know the years?

Your body is caught in a massive scam
It unwittingly plays a part
The only one that knows your age
Is the soulful beating of your heart

Don’t plant a seed of question
In your head — it’s a suggestion
It will kill
All you feel
With no affection

Go plant a seed of belief
Give your head a little relief
For your time
Oh your time
Is very brief

Two little birds sitting on a tree
Asked each other what they would like to be

“A rabbit,” said one
“We’d hop in the sun”

The other said, “Giraffe”
Then they began to laugh

This went on for hours
They talked about all animals and flowers

They did show a lot of acumen
None wished to be a human

Freddy is a cute black toad
Who works in an office down the road
Though he’s just an office clerk
And makes very little for his work
He’s happy and extremely kind
The kind of toad that’s hard to find