if i could grow a garden
if i could throw a stone
i would fly to the planet jupiter
and live there all alone
i would watch the planets cross the sky
and earthquakes sing and dance
i would write the sun a letter
and give the moon a second chance
i have a postcard in my pocket
but no change to buy a stamp
i think i will mail it anyway
while the weather is still damp
i will send it to the king of spain
who has never let me down
i asked him for a city
and he gave me a whole town
george washington told me, son
always draw to ace joker
they will let you ride in the club car
but not in the smoker
i met st peter in the park
with a pigeon on his head
he said, i like the sandwich
but do not care for the bread
i walked along the river
until i came to an old oak tree
abe lincoln sat beneath it
asking, what will become of me
my old dog blue is calling me
across the purple plain
i am ready to roll on the red eye
as soon as i pack my brain
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