Green Trees Make Me Flappy Floo by the Unknown Poet

Green, green how can you be skippy flee?
Sing alone with me: Flabby Dee Flabby Dee!

Git off my tree, I want to pleza clock.
Oh how much happier we could clippy clop.

Deeble skee and flappy doo,
Trees so high, olla flop skeefloo.

Mister lumberjack, "Keepa don't, sappy soppy!"
Don't cut down my tree along with my kippy floppy.

Skeeb Fleebe, dappity doo
Green trees make me flappy floo

Unknown Poet, date unknown

Gettin Old

Hey, are gettin old. I am. Funny how things change as you get older. I don't do half the stuff I used to do. Anyway, my birthday is coming up and it's scary........... BOO! Halloween. Party time in the USA. If only I could find the fountain of youth.....