Allsorts

A conversation between the rain and the clouds
Let me out, said the rain
Not quite yet, said the cloud
I am just waiting for my time to come
Just don’t start a flood

A conversation between the rain and the clouds
I want the thunder and lightning right beside me while I pour
Just please let me go
I will let you go in about five minutes
Now, now, now! I want to pour

A conversation between the rain and the clouds
I want to be free dancing in the air, said the rain
You need to have patience
Oh my god, it’s almost time
And it’s your time to shine

Is it autumn already?
I’ve lost my teddy
The leaves turning yellow,
for dessert I’ll have jello.
Summer heats say goodbye,
winter breeze lies in the sky
Ice cream and drinks all gone,
and no leaves hanging on the trees in my lawn.

Teachers are nice
Teachers are kind
Teachers know what’s on your mind
Teachers can be strict
so always keep your lyrics on script

Homework, Homework, Homework
I always have to do Homework
Homework here, Homework there
The only thing that exists
Homework, Homework, Homework

I could use
a dream gene
or a witch
to come back
to a place more
simpler then this

Once a robot dropped his heavy head
in a big basket that is as big as a tree.
He screamed loudly and said,
Hurry, help, my head fell down in the basket
and that guy is taking the big basket

He screamed and screamed
and screamed and screamed
and screamed for help
but no-one nobody wanted to help him
They all just ignored him
and this happened for one hour
and the robot was heart broken

The Beauty of Fall
Is great
There are orange leaves
Crunchy leaves
And leaves which randomly fall on your head
Pumpkins are full in stock
So Starbucks makes Pumpkin Spice Latte
The surroundings are beautiful
And the euphony amazing
The weather is just perfect
Not cold
Not warm
It is not like summer
Neither like winter
It is its own season
It almost never rains
Protecting the plump pumpkins
Everything in fall is great
We get a school break
Monsoon is not very nice
Neither is summer
The only great seasons are
Spring and Fall

I love pickles
They give me the tickles
I laugh so hard
It gives me the giggles
My body moves
It gives me the wiggles

I feel my minds ability to fly
Is beginning to deny
I want lie down and cry
I feel like I’m about to die
My freedom feels like I’m in a sty
I just want to go home and eat my mother’s homemade pie

The world’s too small
to fit us all
We need to grow
Come on – let’s go!
We’ll build a ship
To make the trip.
To find more room
Go to the moon!
We’ll play around
A new playground!
But over there
there’s not much air
We’ll problem solve
so – let’s evolve.
Here’s our first task
to make a mask.
Hello new world
New life unfurled!
But there’s no light
so that’s not right!