| I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictor, [Repeat twice] And I don’t like it one little bit! Oh no! He swallowed my toe. Oh gee! He’s up to my knee. Oh my! He’s up to my thigh. Oh fiddle! He’s up to my middle. Oh heck! He’s up to my neck. Oh dread! He’s up to my . . . [Make sound of victim being swallowed up.] |
| Little bunny Fru-fru, hoppin’ though the forest, Scoopin’ up the field mice and battin’ them on the head. Along came the good fairy, and she said: “Little bunny Fru-fru, I don’t want to see you Scoopin’ up the field mice and battin’ them on the head. I’ll give you three chances to change your ways, and if you don’t obey, I’ll turn you into a goon.” So the next day . . . [Repeat-two more chances . . . ] So the next day . . . [Repeat-one more chance . . . ] So the next day . . . [Repeat] “I gave you three chances to change your ways and you didn’t obey, so now I’m turning you into goon. Pooff! You’re a goon. And the moral of this story is . . . ‘Hare today and goon tomorrow.’ |
| Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. CHORUS Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free, The breezes so balmy and light, That i would not exchange my home on the range, For all of the cities so bright. |
| BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO (DAISY, DAISY) Daisy, Daisy, give me you answer true. I'm half-crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage; But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two. Henry, Henry, here is your answer true; I'm not crazy over the likes of you. If YOU can't afford a carriage, forget about the marriage; 'Cause I won't be jammed, I won't be crammed on a bicycle built for two. |
| [Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw] The other day, I met a bear, Out in the woods, away out there. [Point.] He looked at me, I looked at him, He sized up me, I sized up him. He says to me, “Why don’t you run?” “’Cause I can see, you have no gun.” I says to him, “That’s a good idea.” “Now legs get going, get me out of here!” I began to run, away from there, But right behind me was that bear. And on the path ahead of me, I saw a tree, Oh glory be. The lowest branch was ten feet up, I’d have to jump and trust to luck. And so I jumped into the air, But I missed that branch away up there. Now don’t you fret, and don’t you frown, I caught that branch on the way back down. That’s all there is, there ain’t no more, Unless I met that bear once more. |
