On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese...
We don't know forsure
So we can only guess...
I ran up the stairs into the attic,
and hid in the closet, gasping for breath. A voice...
With all her babies
Tucked in bed...
Yellow will rise,
Morning will shine...
That was the night before Halloween.
And all the trough the house...
It would be such fun to see
An elephant in school...
Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...
Sliding, slithering, shooting down on a
pumped up...
Bratilda Brattington
has bristly braids that bend...
There's monsters in my closet
And underneath my bed...
I am a fish in a firing comet,
I blasted in the Arabian sea...