The door is open

Please, step inside

All you knights, pilots and teachers

Enter you players and dragon slayers

Welcome, you singers and preachers

Wit and wisdom await

Please, step inside

All you jokers, artists and schemers

Enter you astronauts, kings and queens

Welcome, you poets and dreamers

Grand Entrance

Hello! Here I am!

Aren’t you amazed?

My beauty is dazzling

So try not to be dazed

Greetings, it’s me!

Take a moment to stare

At my stylish new gown

And my silky brown hair

My cheeks are red rosy

With two perfect dimples

I’ve no bruises or boils

Not even one pimple

I’m brilliant and witty

And strong as an ox

I can pole vault, I’m published

I knit my own socks

Taa-dah!  I’ve arrived!

With a large diamond ring

My breath smells like flowers

Angels clap when I sing

I am gorgeous and grand

From my head to my toes

And… What did you say?

A booger’s stuck in my nose?

Macaroni and Cheese

Making

Macaroni and cheese

Is a breeze

It’s as easy as one, two, three

Step one: macaroni

Step two: add the cheese

Step three: mix, mix, mix

Now pass it over to me… please!

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Mariah’s Packed Lunch

Something is strange about Mariah’s packed lunch

The bag it’s in seems to be beating

Is it a lub-a-dub heart or a tiny skin drum?

Is THAT what’s she’s planning on eating?

Something is weird about Mariah’s packed lunch

I don’t mean to be this disapproving

But I first heard it rustling then it started to squeak

And now her bag seems to be moving

Something is creepy about Mariah’s packed lunch

It just scuttled across the floor

It picked itself up on four spindly legs

And ran out the lunch room door!

Mariah’s packed lunch was the talk of the school

It made the papers and was broadcast on cable

In contrast to hers, my lunch seems blasé

But at least it stays on the table!

A Bug!  A Bug!

A bug!  A bug!

Get it off me, I beg

Get it off, get off!

I think it’s stuck to my leg

When I caught a quick glimpse

It looked wrinkled and thick

Like some big brown beetle

Or a weird kind of tick

Now I can’t stand to look

Is it crawling and creeping?

Is its tiny mouth grinning?

Are its buggy eyes peeping?

It’s just squatting there quiet     

That means something’s not right

Oh gosh!  What’s it doing?      

Is it preparing to bite?

I’m sure it will sting me

Or fly up in the air

And with a whirring and clicking

Get stuck in my hair

It’s… what?  Not a bug?

Is that what you said?

Do you think that I’m crazy

And it’s all in my head?

Well, if it isn’t a bug

Sitting there brash and so brazen

Then what is it, pray tell?

Oh!... you’re right… it’s a raisin