A balloon and a bubble
Both plum full of hot air...

From cover to cover
I'm trapped in a book...

What is the difference
Between a poem and a rap...

I am but only a puppet
Don't you pull my string...

There is no eye exam
There is no physical...

Beyond her aromas of smell
And her soft prickly skin...

Life is like a RollerCoaster
With the ups and downs...

If my heart was
The last one on Earth...

In the whole wide World
She ranks number one...

Bring back those flowering blossoms
That always make me scratch and itch...

Oh such a nice sight
I see your bullseye...

I am an insect
I am not a bug...