Two bold crooks plot cons
Shoot two sorry boys down
Go to loot gold from Bono’s shops
Cops look on
Nobody boos, nobody coos
Nobody stops
To frown for two poor boys
Now two crooks do not worry
Hold stocks
Go long or short
On Tokyo’s books
Hosts lots, grow old
Good food, pools, dogs too
Songs of joy, no sorrow
Not now, not tomorrow
No cop or ghost or god
To book two crooks who shot two boys down
Genie granted me three wishes
So I let him do the dishes
Then with a broom
He cleaned up my room
Before I wished my husband vanishes
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When the lions roar and the horses neigh
The cats and cows come out to play
The foxes come out of their boxes
While the chickens run the other way
When the crickets sing and the cuckoos coo
The goats and geese go back to zoo
The giraffes have a hearty laugh
While jumping with a kangaroo
Run, run
Run, run, run
All day long we run and run
From A to Z
From here to there
From dawn to dusk
No time to spare
Run, run
Run, run, run
No time to lose
No time for fun
Even though we run, run, run
No single work is ever done
Run, run
Run, run, run
Hurry up and catch someone
Don’t slip or trip; fall out of line
If you stop you’re left behind
Run, run
Run, run, run
Run
A woman is a train
She runs all day
Carrying the weight of a hundred legs
She makes no fuss
Even if you scratch her surface
Leaving a permanent scar
A woman is a train
Fast, slow, black and white
Walking on a stony path
She breaks down sometimes
Fix her up and she’ll be
Running in no time
A woman is a train
Iconic, magical, classy
Nothing to describe her perfectly
She offers you a seat
Making your life comfortable
Taking you to your destination
Pick me up if I shatter
Glue me back to a whole
Hold me gently in your arms
Carefully handle my soul
The sun disappears beyond the horizon
The twinkling stars come out to play
The moon watches over from afar
The night is here and here to stay
I lock the windows for I fear
Not that someone might intrude
But what I have may well be lost
In the darkness it may elude
Yester-night she was here I know
The night before we chatted a while
Yet no trace of her when I awoke
Just the faint memory of her smile
Not tonight; she cannot escape
My locks and bolts she will not break
All through the night she’ll sit with me
To fill the void I will not wake
Every night when you go to sleep
Clouds come out from forests deep
They brawl each other blow by blow
When you wake the world is snow
Gray on green
Blue overhead with some white
Dressed in black
Brown all around with a tinge of red
Golden underneath
Whenever Dad goes out to shop
He performs his routine skip and hop
I ask him why; he says, “Billy,
Everyone must sometimes act silly.”
Frank Solanki 