Bees can make golden sweet honey,
and can also give mean nasty stings.
The tongue is quite like
the dual-natured bee:
it can say sweet or mean stinging things.

Before the tongue utters its word
the thought takes its form in the mind.
The thought has its start
deep in the heart.
The heart can be mean or be kind.

It is good to hold back mean words.
It's better to never think ill.
But with effort and patience
you can do what is best
and train your heart what to feel.

A dragon! A dragon!
Is drinking from my flagon!
He snitched it fast
as I rode on past,
traveling in my wagon.

My fork! My fork!
Was stolen by a stork!
He nabbed it with his beak,
that conniving little sneak.
Now how shall I ever eat pork?

My spoon! My spoon!
Was taken by a goon!
With long grabby fingers
he took it, by jingers!
Then flew away back to the moon.

Oh how shall I eat?
And how shall I drink?
They stole my cup, fork, and spoon.
Oh! Never mind.
They were here the whole time!
I guess I should never assume.

Kites in the sky, see how they fly!
They loop and they twirl,
they swoop and they swirl.

Clouds rushing by, ever so high!
Please answer this thing:
why don't they need string?

There once was a creature
who lived in the jungle,
and ate naught but dried up old leaves.
He was skinny and green,
and never was seen
eating leaves fresh off the trees.

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My wife screams “A spider!”
and I'm quickly beside her,
with shoe ready to fend off the bug.
I hold my hand ready
and move slowly and steady:
'Slap' it lay curled on the rug.

My wife buries her head,
I proclaim “It is dead.
And with shoe I shall always defend you.”
Then I pick up the body
'Flush' it goes down the potty.
There's nothing a husband can't do.

My son makes a noise
as he plays with his toys,
and it's not from his mouth the noise comes.
Then up reeks a smell
and I shout and I yell
louder than timpani drums.

Up charges my wife
afraid for my life,
“Dear, it's only a dirty diaper!”
In a minute or two
my son is fresh and anew.
Oh there's nothing a wife cannot do!

I'm going to plant a garden
out in the rich brown soil.
I'll watch all my precious plants grow
without much effort or toil.

I shan't have to worry 'bout watering;
the rain clouds will give what we need.
I shan't have to worry 'bout sunlight;
on gold rays will all the plants feed.

I'll sit on the porch and admire
as sweet fruit arises from seeds.
I'll laugh and feel jolly till I realize my folly,
and spend half the day pulling weeds.

Old 'One-Eyed Jack'
was a weathered ol' chap
with a rough stony face
and a beard,
an old tattered scabbard
a blunt-barreled gun,
and a reputation
widespread and feared.

A hook for a hand,
a wood peg for a leg,
a ship
and a scabrous crew.
A scraggly pet parrot
on a feathered brim hat,
and his teeth all a missin'
'cept two.

'One-Eyed Jack' had a secret
he most cleverly kept:
in truth, 'One-Eyed Jack'
had two eyes.
But to stop other pirates
from pokin' 'em out,
he used name and patch
as a 'guise.

Burping and slurping
is strictly forbidden!
Mind your manners.
Keep flatulence hidden!

No jumping on furniture.
Don't blow bubbles when drinking.
Stop horsing around!
Sit up straight, quit your slinking!

Well, if being an adult
means this kind of fret,
I don't think I'll grow up,
at least not quite yet.

The dragon picked at his teeth
with a bone from the shin of the thief
who felt ever so bold
and tried to steal gold
from the treasure heaped up in the heath.

Along came a noble night riding
who had an aversion to fighting;
he spied the winged beast
and the beast's roast-thief-feast
and decided to sneak away hiding.

But alas, a keen sense of smell
served the dragon so well
that he sniffed out the knight,
and without any fight,
swallowed him, sword, shield, and mail.

Rapunzel the fair
let down her long hair
when two men came up a riding.
“Let's settle this square,
there's two of us here,
but no good will come out of fighting.”

“What I propose
is that each of us goes
up separate braids to the top.
Thus the fastest man here
wins the maiden up there.
Fair warning: I will not stop!”

So they climbed neck-in-neck;
they both looked quite a wreck
after hours of rigorous working.
The second man paused;
the first wondered what caused
the second man's devilish smirking.

Said the second man now,
as he wiped off his brow,
“I admit, you are the stronger one.
But bronze can't out muscle
a clever brain in a tussle!”
'Snip snip' and the first man was done.