There are some joys of writing that are magical, inspirational, and found only in the classroom, ironically, not in the isolation of facing a computer screen. Such were the experiences our classes had today as students at Wetumpka High School (the best sophomores in Elmore County, no, in all the RIVER REGION, I should add), shared their personal expressions of "Song of Myself" after pouring over Whitman's song...
I personally want to thank each of you for adding joy to my day -- days. What a year we have had! Please feel free to share your own "Song(s) of Myself" here with our readers.
You are each so unique, precious, gifted. It's been my ultimate joy to share in your tenth-grade experience. Have a safe, fun, life-filled summer, and as you enjoy nature, think of Emerson, Whitman, and me. I'll think of all of you.
Please posts your SONG of MYSELF here!
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What is it that I celebrate the most about myself? Would it be looks? I would say not.
ReplyDeleteCould it be my posessions? I wouldn't say so.
So what is it that I value and celebrate about myself?
I would say that it is my God given abilities.
Who would I be if I did not acknowledge what has been given and also credit and praise the one who gave it to me?
It would make me a thief.
Whilst I celebrate my God given abilities I refuse to boast in them. For I shall only make my boast in Christ and nothing of this world.
It is for this very reason that I shall not delve into what these talents might be. For as the old saying goes, "Pride comes before the fall."
SoNG Of MYseLf
ReplyDeleteI dance for myself and celebrate myself.
A joy for life with its energy,
The silences for carefree thought.
Delighting in myself, for myself
Loving the smiles and laughs
Finding satisfaction in the happiness of others.
The beauty of the world, from the smallest
grains of sand, and the highest of the peaks.
I dance for myself in the beauty of a sunrise,
a song filled with life.
A steady, continuous rhythm to which
I step.
A tranquil soul of peace, the giggles of a child.
A reason to live, to sing, to delight in the small things.
The simple delacacy of a leaf, a smile, a tear, or a wink.
To learn and grow through it.
A dance for life and originality,
To each his own, and everyone has his own for each day.
A way to live, a celebration for the miracle of living.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy: Wilson Collier
In the beginning of September, there is a time I enjoy most
When thousands upon thousands join together to witness this event
Being outside, tailgating, and interacting with other fans from around the nation
Tradition, excitement, loyalty, and competition
This is Auburn football
Waking up on Saturday mornings in the fall brings tons of anticipation as I await the game
Arriving on campus, seeing everyone wearing their colors, and getting pumped or the game
Game time arrives, time to head to the stadium
We watch pregame festivities, warm ups, and the eagle flight
Kickoff is finally here
Pads and helmets collide, coaches screaming, explosive offenses, and stout defense
This is Auburn football
War Eagle!
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate the woods, and everything in them.
The brook, its babbling and its running.
The pines, dark green, tall
I envy their view from the sky.
The leaves, red, yellow, orange, brown
as they float, zig-zag, down to the ground.
The squirrels, gray and cheerful,
as they quarrel over every matter.
The hawk, darting through the treetops,
speed beyond compare.
The deer, graceful and swift, alert
as they cautiously wander through the thickets and bottoms.
The coyote,clever and wild,
as it slinks through the hollows, the thrill of its hunt.
The wind, its rustling of the leaves and its gentle whispers.
I celebrate the woods, and everything in them.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy: Haley Johnston
I celebrate friendship, and all of its joys.
And through it, brings forth trust.
Without which, I would not be who I am today.
I study and embrace art, used by me to express
most thoughts not easily spoken verbally.
With it, brings me glee and pride.
Music is what explains my feelings best, and makes me most happy,
for I know that not only have I felt such things written in lyrical ballads,
but also my most looked up to heroes share these feelings as well.
Family will never leave me,
even through my toughest times.
For this, I celebrate it with the most respect and love.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy Aly Harkins
I celebrate myself and sing my song.
My thoughts are my ocean, deep and never ending, covering most of what I do.
My thoughts are as diverse as the creatures that inhabit the waves.
Honesty is ignorance and ignorance is bliss.
My way is the right way.
You will never hear me say I am wrong.
Music is my safe place, the louder, the better.
My lyrics are thoughtful and difficult to understand.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate laughter, and laugh with others,
And I laugh when I feel it is right to laugh,
Because no one can take it from me, as well as you.
I celebrate the weather, sometimes breathtaking and sometimes gloomy,
With its drowning rain and uplifting sunshine.
I celebrate fear, everyone has it and everyone needs it,
Because if it were not for fear we would not have heroes,
That are there for us when we need them the most.
I celebrate childhood, for it is cherished and also dreaded,
And it is a part of everyone's life where there is not a care in the world,
Such as diseases, the threat of war, or even dying.
I celebrate life, I dream of life,
ReplyDeleteAnd everything that is in life, for all the colors and sounds of life,
As we live our lives day by day
I celebrate life
I celebrate love, and to all who shows love,
And everyone's love is spread throughout the sea,
Love is shown day by day, hour by hour, and every second of our lives,
I celebrate love, love of everyone
I celebrate peace, peace of the nation,
to all who shows peace should show friendship,
peace is like every color of the rainbow, you can't just show peace in one way,
I celebrate peace
I celebrate happiness, to everyone who is happy,
happiness is like flowers all around the world,
happiness helps make the world a better place,
I celebrate happiness
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy: Nicole Hyatt
I celebrate my life and sing my life.
I celebrate dancing during football season, in the cool October air, among my peers. I love the feeling off all my peers watching and steadily clapping as we finish our long practiced dance.
I celebrate the comfort of my family and friends, warm-hearted and caring.
I celebrate the beach, with all it’s beauty. I especially celebrate the sun’s rays that glisten off the top of the crystal clear salty water.
I celebrate God for giving his one and only son. He is so kind and loving to save us from a fiery, awful, eternal death.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy: Brandon Hancock
I celebrate life,
waking and listening to the frogs croaking early in the morning.
Aggravating peaceful state of mind.
I celebrate family and everyone in it,
putting up with all of the chaos and hecticness
is what it's all about.
I celebrate work and the atmosphere of it;
inhaling the sensational scents of all the fried deliciousness
that comes out of the kitchen,
filling the empty stomachs of customers and embracing the good time.
I celebrate driving and being free on the road,
constantly watching and waiting
for the errors of other drivers;
slamming, screeching, and turning with no warning.
I celebrate life and live with others.
ReplyDeleteand i live life everyday to the fullest.
and i wil live my life til it is time for me to part.
I celebrate the joy of life everyday.
the joy of life is a wonderful thing.
joy makes me happy.
i celebrate rain because when it comes i smile.
for it washes all my cares and worries away.
until the rain returns.
i celebrate the sun because it makes me happy.
The sun makes me smile and feel good.
The sun keeps me calm.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy Amanda Levert
I celebrate life, and all that it gives.
The power to be your own person, and do your own thing.
Living in the moment, living for the moment.
I celebrate childhood memories
it reminds me of the way things used to be,
and how they should have stayed the same.
It brings back the innocence of a little girl and all the things she used to love,
only all those things are gone now, and replaced by the troubles of growing up.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself and the life that God has given me.
My family and friends mean so musch to me.
They have always been there for me and always will be.
I'm thankful for the good times in which we've shared - hunting trips, riding fourwheelers, vacations, and mission trips.
The memories I have, I will never let slip away.
I also celebrate the woods.
For they bring me happiness.
They remind me of how important the simple things in life are.
This is the life God has given me.
I praise myself with bolt life and enjoyment,
ReplyDeleteLife itself is wondrous and cannot be easily mistaken.
I choose not to believe in the frivolous stories of the rodents of our time, instead I lawfully listen to the lovely melodies of the songbird.
I celebrate the coming revival of a new day, The Earth has slept; the new day has arrived and is fully energized.
Bursting full of life of many vibrant types, I sing with Mother Nature as she does.
I walk through the lonely woods in search of its lively inhabitants.
The senses of nature surround and at once consume me.
The distinctive scent of wood and growth flows through my flared nostrils.
I notice a sparkling brook by my side,
it glistens with a crystal clear brightness; it's flowing with life.
It offers itself as a friendly guide through the dense woods.
The sun beams down golden rays of light through the splits of growth in the vivid green treetops.
The full-filling warmth from the light compels my thinking,
I celebrate life, all life, in full.
1) Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself, and the laughter that consumes my life,
The swiftly chiming bells that make darkness flee and be replaced by joy,
It's often the best medicine any physician could prescribe,
It brings happiness and joy to all, like the stars that illuminate the evening sky,
They are innumerable and everlasting,
We could never run out,
Joy is eternal; we are never devoid of it,
Laughter simply adds to the effect,
Laughter is effortless and can be spontaneous at times,
But there is no substitute,
No possible way life could continue without it,
A life is so drab and weary,
No smiles, no frowns, nothing and no one there to brighten your horrendous day?
We would be so boring, life would have no purpose if we had not the ability to laugh,
Laughter is simply one of the best stress-relievers,
I celebrate a life of laughter.
2) Song of Myself
I celebrate myself, and the music that I love to hear,
That sweet melodic sound, do you hear it too?
It tells a story of life, love, happiness, and sorrow,
I celebrate the sound,
Lyrics can expand your love for life,
Swirling, swimming, the Northern Lights of music beckon us into its depths,
The sound so soothing and calm,
It moves us both, it sweeps us off our feet,
It changes our perspective of life,
How could we possibly live without it?
Something so simple, yet so complicated,
Music is my life, and life is nothing without music,
The sweet sound that so easily convinces us to reminisce on the past,
It may be all we have,
It may be all we need,
I celebrate a life of music.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteBy Jessica Yourman
I celebrate my independence,
It makes me who I am
It possesses me
As I march to my own beat
I am a single red rose
In a vast field of violets
I never want to blend in,
I would rather stand out
I followed Robert Frost
Down the road less traveled by
I am a unique style
In a world of conformity
I am a bumble bee
In a swarm of wasps
I celebrate my independence,
I dare to be different.
I celebrate the good things in life. Things that make me smile. Things that bring me joy. Things that make my heart happy. Like a child getting a new toy. Or a girl kissing a boy. Looking back at memories bring me joy. When other are happy that makes me happy. Happiness is the key in life. And happiness occurs when good things appear. I love to make people smile. I feel it's my God-given ability. Even when I act like a clown, I'm just turning a frown pside down.
ReplyDeleteI, Me, Mine
ReplyDeleteBy Katherine White
I celebrate peace, living for a better tomorrow.
And if Mother Nature grins, so do I,
for with each fire not shot, I am thankful.
Each life that escapes the mishaps of a mis fortunate death,
is never truly blissful.
Why argue over the simple things,
cry and raise havoc upon ourselves?
As John Lennon once said,
give peace a chance.
I live for peace,
and maybe if you did to,
we could all live as one.
I celebrate time,
for which I have so little.
Never close your eyes,
or you might miss something.
Womb to arms,
flesh to bones,
compromise to rebellion,
Earth to stone.
You never know when Father Time,
will decide to let your sand run low,
inside your hourglass,
of life.
Live each day as a celebration,
appreciate the little things in life.
For you never know when your grains will cease.
SONG BY MYSELF
ReplyDeleteBy:Evelyn Iaisha Ross
I Celebrate happiness of life.
Glamorous moments of hitting A homerun and long lasting memories riding with dolphins.Wet,shiny eyes fill with moist, while burts of laughter as I know everything is alright.
Driving down the eternal hot highway,
furious breeze motions my hair out of place.
Whistling wind sounds as the mesmorizing of
the dazzling horizon sets in my eyes.
Memories I have of life changed decisions.
Taking things for granted like the meaning
of life. Holding A grudge to A friend who means more to me than anything. Spending family time on the graceful,cloudy day.
I Celebrate Memories
ReplyDeleteI celebrate memories because they are mine.
I can press play, pause, and rewind as I please.
I can lock them away or share them with the world.
I celebrate the first time I learned how to ride a bike, and how my mom smiled as I rode to her.
I celebrate the first time I lost a tooth, and how I ran to hide it under my pillow.
I celebrate the first time I had a tummy ache, and how my mom would rub my tummy to make me feel better.
I celebrate the day my little cousin, Akhia was born, and how precious she looked as her mom held her in her arms.
I celebrate the time I was a flower girl in a wedding, and how I danced around in my little pink dress.
My memories are my treasure and yet they are priceless.
I celebrate my memories because they are mine.
BY: ALEX LEONARD
4TH BLOCK
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate the intensity of speed, one of the most extreme feelings in the world.
The feeling of speed is of G-forces pressing against your body.
The feeling is of the knowledge of all that power that is making you move.
Speed decides the intensity of everything.
A rollercoaster coming down a hill has immense speed, which makes it intense.
For it to go through its first loop it must maintain that speed.
I celebrate the intensity of speed as I go down a steep hill with it.
As I move down the hill I feel the outrageous G-forces.
The more speed the coaster has the more intense it is.
Speed from a car is more of a dangerous one.
It can decide life or death.
BUT! ,in the desert that is a different story.
You can go as fast as you want if it is flat.
Watching the cloud of dust assemble behind you is amazing.
In an airplane is where the G-forces are endless and as intense as you want.
It is where you can decide everything, the height, the turns, and the speed.
Anywhere from 5,000 feet in the air to 400 miles per hour upside down.
Speed is an amazing thing and without it I would be lost.
I celebrate twins
ReplyDeleteSome alike, some different some fight
But it’s alright they are family
Candice says I’m nice
And Patrice says I’m mean
We dream of being something more than twins
Being compared
Feels like we’re fake
You’re this, you’re that
I’m me and that’s a fact
Candice says being twins must be a drag
But we’re mostly glad
Being called the other is already bad
But being called her look alike is even worse
I live to be me
Not her
I am me
Can’t you see!
Song of myself
ReplyDeleteCynteria Albritton
I Song celebrate memories, because they are always there.
The fond memories with your loved ones that you never forget. They can make anywhere feel like home even when you are hundreds of miles away.
I celebrate laughter, because it is such a powerful force.
It draws people together like a magnet. So powerful and strong and never overrated.
I celebrate nature with its beauty and grace.
It’s wild and unexpected but always poised and bright. The colors are one of a kind, so spontaneous. You never know what you might see when you’re in nature and that’s what make it so special.
I celebrate music, because it’s everywhere.
The wonderful beats and sounds crashing into your ears or the unexpected sound lurking behind the beat are always so wild and exciting. It brings individuals together who may not otherwise acknowledge each other.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate the South, traditions of a real country man.
Mud riding, and sitting on the can.
Hunting when the sun comes up, and sitting in a stand.
We don’t sleep at night because we are hunting again.
We party at the creek, and stay there all week .
Hanging with friends, until we come home again.
We party all night, and play all day.
Thinking of what we can do the next day.
SONG OF MY SELF BY: Ta’Vardricke Adams
ReplyDeleteI celebrate cars like any other man,
The roar of the engine when it revving,
The sudden rush of being behind the wheel of a fast car,
Knowing with one wrong mistake that could be time behind bars.
I celebrate money like everyone else does
The smell and the crisp feeling when it comes out of the ATM,
Buying things from the stores I pass by,
Buying things that me feel free
Shoes are the world to me,
They make an outfit complete,
Jordan, Airforce ones, and Airforce J,s
That’s me wearing clean shoes everyday,
Without my shoes I couldn’t be free.
I celebrate alabama football, the greatest tradition in college football everything about it gives me chills
ReplyDeleteI celebrate the twelve national championships and the twenty one S.E.C Championships
I celebrate every touchdown we score, the roaring crowd brings a smile to my face
I CELEBRATE ALABAMA FOOTBALL
My Celebrations
ReplyDeleteI am April Yates.
Living life to the fullest,
enjoying what I have, and loving every minute of it.
I celebrate my family,
The way they smile,
More than every once in a while.
I celebrate my friends,
For their kindness,
And encouragement.
I celebrate life,
And hope it is a blessing for others.
I celebrate my God,
For what he has done,
And what he will do.
SONG OF MYSELF
ReplyDeleteBy: Jacobe Browning
I celebrate all in the world, the fall leaves and, the leaves that have fallen. The wind and the call, the water and the cold. The heat of summer, the freeze of winter. It’s all I celebrate, all in this world of my own. Wood of old, wood of new either way it seems renewed. The end and its beginning, the beginning and its end. The world’s beauty in its shadows, shown through my eyes. This I celebrate this world of m own.
Caitlin Smith
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself, my Life,
through the lens of a camera.
The light, the view, the feeling,
I see the world a different way.
A person may see a rose as just a flower,
but I see ever crease, every fold, in each individual petal;
each feral drop of dew that slumbers upon them.
Someone may see a person as just a person,
but I see the true beauty of their souls;
the way they smile, the light in their eyes.
The lens of a camera,
that’s where I celebrate myself.
Me, Myself, and I
ReplyDeleteBy Hayden Rawls
No one else like me, myself, and I.
Different in my own way...unique.
Living in a time with family and friends.
Expressing my feelings with the sounds of the past.
Night or day...I'm different in my own way.
No one else like me, myself, and I.
Different in my own way...unique.
Sharing, laughing, crying…the feeling of emotions.
Living life to it’s fullest and discovering it’s mysteries.
Rain or shine…me, myself, and I.
~Hayden~
I celebrate my freedom.
ReplyDeleteKnowing I live in a free country.
Knowing that we all have equal rights.
Knowing that we have no worries is priceless.
I thank the soldiers who serve for my country.
Knowing I am free as can be.
I only wish that the soldiers can return home, so they can be with their family.
I thank you all who made me feel safe when I sleep at night.
Knowing you protect me and others over here makes me feel better.
People always take advantage for what they have and never give thanks.
Freedom is not something to toss around.
Freedom is a privilege, Freedom is a gift.
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate music
music expresses me and my thoughts
music can change my moods and feelings
it can do anything without even trying
a sad song can make me cry or depressed
a happy song can make me sing or dance
a happy song can even make my sad days happy and I could forget I was even sad
I especially like mellow, indie music- (my favorite)- because it helps me remember that life is too short to try to be perfect or care what others think about me
...and so I thank msic for making me feel better, if nothing else can
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself and the freedom that I hold.
To come and to go as I please,
Without a word in opposition.
To know that I can act on the moments of spontaneity
And have no obstacles holding me back.
The wind shall carry me as it may,
To wherever it wills, be it true or merely imagination.
The freedom of the outdoors is a promise set in stone.
The fresh air, freeing my lungs,
Sunlight, refreshing my eyes to that which is the true beauty of this place
The natural world, with her morning songbird, black as the night, a shadow in the rising sun
Its song calling you, pulling you up from beneath the comfort of your covers
With the tantalizing song of the day yet to pass and the freedom lying just beyond the door.
To be free in body and soul is to be outdoors, whether it be under the warm rays of the golden sun
Or amongst the gusts of wind on the eve of a storm,
The freedom of the unknown lies as a desire in the most primal parts of our hearts.
The freedom of love and affection that makes one’s heart race
With excitement in the moment and moments to come.
The freedom of love is dependency on another to take the responsibility of your heart
And bear its burden for you.
This same heart is comparable to a flower,
Its beauty leaves spectators breathless, under proper conditions
One must recall what becomes of the flower if mishandled or hurt
Its beauty, once admired, is reduced to nothing but an ordinary stalk
As the petals fall away and it becomes a ghost of its former picture.
To be loved is to be a flower, precious and beautiful
With the responsibility of yourself removed from you
A task meant only for one who can truly understand its significance
This understanding shown in an embrace of affection
Be it protective arms wrapped around you, surrounding you with warmth and comfort
Or the kiss, forever felt even when its physical form has long since faded away.
Above all is the freedom of music
We are released from our actual self from within the form of a painting
Made from charcoal and finger-paints
The beat of the song determines the beat of our heart,
Enlivening every sense with auditory exhilaration
In this day, the music means much more
As nearly every individual we see on the street is in their own world
Lost to the music chosen by hand and fed to their expecting ears.
As a society, we truly march to the beat of our own drums,
The rhythms exceedingly diverse from one person to the next.
To have music is to roam the world as it is, but in your own plain of existence,
To have solitude in a sea of people.
To be free is to be at peace with your world
And that is my song
The single word of freedom
With its many faces, yet sole core value
Sung directly from my heart.
-KLD
Song of a Disturbed Person
ReplyDeleteI celebrate that I am a weird person.
I love being different and crazy.
Because when you are defined as odd you can do and say what you want and not care what people think.
I have an odd sense of humor to go along with my odd personality.
I love the fact that I and my friends basically have our own language.
We are all goofy and the definition of imperfection.
We go outside to bounce around and act retarded.
That is who we are, therefore we are odd.
I am a goofy gentle giant.
I am a happy go lucky person.
I am awesome (in my own mind).
I swear I have two left feet due to how clumsy I am
The time that I seem as the weirdest to me was when lindz and I were out in front of my old school cheering and jumping off the sidewalk.
Or when we were walking down an old dirt road singing, badly of course
Do not get me wrong, I do not have a low self esteem; my self esteem is through the roof, as surprising as it may seem
This is what defines me as I am, Stefanie Nicole Adams
Song of Myself
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself and the freedom that I hold.
To come and to go as I please,
Without a word in opposition.
To know that I can act on the moments of spontaneity
And have no obstacles holding me back.
The wind shall carry me as it may,
To wherever it wills, be it true or merely imagination.
The freedom of the outdoors is a promise set in stone.
The fresh air, freeing my lungs,
Sunlight, refreshing my eyes to that which is the true beauty of this place
The natural world, with her morning songbird, black as the night, a shadow in the rising sun
Its song calling you, pulling you up from beneath the comfort of your covers
With the tantalizing song of the day yet to pass and the freedom lying just beyond the door.
To be free in body and soul is to be outdoors, whether it be under the warm rays of the golden sun
Or amongst the gusts of wind on the eve of a storm,
The freedom of the unknown lies as a desire in the most primal parts of our hearts.
The freedom of love and affection that makes one’s heart race
With excitement in the moment and moments to come.
The freedom of love is dependency on another to take the responsibility of your heart
And bear its burden for you.
This same heart is comparable to a flower,
Its beauty leaves spectators breathless, under proper conditions
One must recall what becomes of the flower if mishandled or hurt
Its beauty, once admired, is reduced to nothing but an ordinary stalk
As the petals fall away and it becomes a ghost of its former picture.
To be loved is to be a flower, precious and beautiful
With the responsibility of yourself removed from you
A task meant only for one who can truly understand its significance
This understanding shown in an embrace of affection
Be it protective arms wrapped around you, surrounding you with warmth and comfort
Or the kiss, forever felt even when its physical form has long since faded away.
Above all is the freedom of music
We are released from our actual self from within the form of a painting
Made from charcoal and finger-paints
The beat of the song determines the beat of our heart,
Enlivening every sense with auditory exhilaration
In this day, the music means much more
As nearly every individual we see on the street is in their own world
Lost to the music chosen by hand and fed to their expecting ears.
As a society, we truly march to the beat of our own drums,
The rhythms exceedingly diverse from one person to the next.
To have music is to roam the world as it is, but in your own plain of existence,
To have solitude in a sea of people.
To be free is to be at peace with your world
And that is my song
The single word of freedom
With its many faces, yet sole core value
Sung directly from my heart.
-KLD
song of myself.
ReplyDeleteI celebrate myself.
The way I can just be me and have nothing to worry about.
I Can do what I want with nobody stopping me.
I can dance and sing in the shower with nobody watching.
I cerebrate in my driving.
The way I fly down the roads not caring.
Getting tickets excites me until I tell my mom.
Just Feeling the breeze through my hair as the windows roll down.
I cerebrate freedom.
The Song of Steven Mann
ReplyDeleteI celebrate Steven Mann.
First off, he is hotter than a melted sucker.
He shuts his haters up, like a dog muzzle.
His rhymes are hot, Your rhymes suck.
They call him the fire man.
Derrick Senn drives his fire truck.
I celebrate Steven Mann.
Mainly because he is the Mann with the plan.
He will always be the Mann in charge.
Your chances of becoming a Mann, are not very large.
I don't celebrate The Song of Mrs. Shehane.
No sir!
I celebrate The Song of the one and only Steven Mann!
A fish is a simple thing.
ReplyDeleteA wish can bring you more than a ring.
A car can take you very far.
You can fit all your music in a jar.
And play it on your guitar.
When the guitar starts playing
The people start paying.
Then you get money to take to your honey.
So he or she can eat
And you stand on your feet and say NO!
Don’t do that!
Cause you’re gonna get fat!!
Almost as big as the cat.
You cant fit into your shirt.
WOW! That’s gonna hurt!
I want to go to the ocean.
And drimk the magic potion.
I almost passed out.
What was that all about?
What has the world come to?
I love the rain.
It takes away all my pain.
I don’t cut myself anymore.
2+2=4
These things are simple.
I celebrate simple!
You have a big pimple.
I stand under a fire kindle.
I get really hot.
Reading does not entertain me.
I take every day one beat at a time.
And this day is mine.
Now it is time to give up my lines.
Love, music, and simple things.
You angels without wings