On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese...
I ran up the stairs into the attic,
and hid in the closet, gasping for breath. A voice...
We don't know forsure
So we can only guess...
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...
There's monsters in my closet
And underneath my bed...
Sliding, slithering, shooting down on a
pumped up...
I am a fish in a firing comet,
I blasted in the Arabian sea...
Little Gertie was so dirty
But wouldn't take a bath...
Bratilda Brattington
has bristly braids that bend...