Old Lady from Smig

There was an old lady from Smig,

who tripped over a slimy pig,

She fell on her face,

and muddied her lace,

then trampled all over her wig.

She arose from the smelly sty

And looked the pig right in the eye.

Now the pig he charged,

the old lady he barged,

So she lay there and looked at the sky.

By the Sea

The waves, they keep on waving,

a little girl they're saving.

Seaweed keeps on weeding,

some company she's needing.

The squawks they keep on squawking,

fly past a boy who's talking.

Arms and legs now folding,

a little girl beholding.

On the Shore

I wish for you a sunny day,

and everything would go your way.

No work, no chores, no dust to reach,

just resting on a sandy beach.

Come dance with me in pale moonlight,

the sun has left and taken flight.

We'll walk the shore, just you and I,

as time and tide goes sailing by.