| LITTLE JOHNNY-JOHN |
Little Johnny - John
They called me Little Johnny-John
When I was three or four
I used to pout and shout and whine
And slam all of the doors
I'd rant and rage and carry on
Then sit and brood for days
I could really show my ____
If I did not get my way
I'd kick and scream and do dumb things
Some I cannot mention
I'd even set my hair on fire
To get all the attention
I'd fake a faint or feign a spell
If someone did not notice
Oftentimes when meals were served
I'd pretend that I was choking
I would not want my friends to know
I never did grow up
That when I'm home with my sweetie
I still show my butt
On stage I can still go out and fool 'em
When I sing and play guitar
At home I'm Little Johnny - John
Still acting three or four
A real man doesn't pout or whine
Or go 'round slammin doors
When I "grow up" I will be good
And folks will love me more
November 9, 1999
Sunday Songs ~
I COME FROM MINGO COUNTY
Don't want to read no love poems
No songs `bout leavin` me
Just want to see a plain white wall
When I come in here to pee
Don't want to see no pictures
No plastic fish with fins
Just want to see my own white legs
When I sit down here to whiz
Don't want to see no baskets
No big bowls filled with junk
Just want to see the Charmin
When I come here to dump
Don't need no towels; soap laid on the sink
Just want some water in the tank
Each time I take a leak
I count the toilet paper
We use in here each day
It seems to be inportant
As I carry on my way
I come from Mingo county
I'm little but I'm loud
I "rule" this little "kingdom"
Of this one fact I'm proud
I'll pat my own self on the back
And pat and pat and pat and pat
I come from Mingo county
And that is where it's at!
April 12, 1994
Sung to the tune of the classic:
"Get Along Home, Cindy - Cindy"
Sunday Songs ~
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| MRS. DANIELS |
Mary Daniels
Had some spaniels
That she bought in town
Last fall
She nursed them
From mere puppies
'Cause she loved them
After all
But they grew up
And fell in love
With Mr. Murphy's puppies
They moved all the way
To Boston
And would you know...
They are 'Yuppies'
If you buy some puppies
You really must be clever
Keep them home
All alone
So they will leave
You never...
~ Sunday Songs
October 8, 1998
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| HAWG DADDY |
Hawg Daddy
Snored all night
Yet, really
Did not sleep.
He'd lie with
One eye open
And did not
Make a peep.
His ears made
Little circles
As he laid his
Radar down
Trying to detect
The least little sound.
Hawg Daddy
Met his fate
On a tragic
Rainy night
Because his nose hurt him
All Wedesday night.
He slammed into a freighter
Going 90 miles an hour
He lost his head
With radar ears
Over miles and miles
They scattered
He should have slept
Because she wept so
Daily by the hour.
If your true love
Is up all night
And you feel you cannot sleep
Get up!
Take a walk!
Pray!
Or call someone and talk!
Don't lie in bed there
Oh so nosey-nosey
You might end up dead
And in your coffin
Because you've been nosey
Much too often.
Count some sheep
Toss or weep
Don't snore
And try to fake it!
Keep your nose clean
In your own room
If you want it in your coffin
Don't be nosey much too often.
©Carol S. Jeffrey
November 1998 |
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