The Tale of Hip and Hop

There were two fairies Hip and Hop who lived inside a drum
And they were both so very small, no bigger than your thumb.
They wore two tiny feathered caps and little pointed shoes
And their favorite thing to do all day was sit andsing the blues.

And one day they were doing thus and talking of their woes,
How each of them would like to find a set of brand new clothes.
The feathers in their caps were always drooping toward the grownd
And the points upon their pointed shoes were dragging in the sand.

“Why don’t we both go into town?” said Hip to his friend Hop
“I’m sure that we could find something inside one of the shops.”
And so they travelled very far and finally got to town
But everything that they could find was simply colored brown.

“This will not do at all my friend,” said Hop to his friend Hip,
“I’d rather wear our old clothes, I don’t mind a little drip.”
And so they travelled home again but ever after this
They wore their drooping feathers with a modicurm of bliss.

The Tale of Lenny and Lanna

Lenny the fairy loved Lanna, the beautiful princess of sprites
But unfortunatly,
Their love could not be,
For their families were often in fights.

So Lenny the fairy decided, one day on a whim to fly by
And snatch Lanna Sprite
From her window by night
And take her to the forest nearby.

But Lanna the sprite loved not Lenny, she loved the fey prince in his stead.
So, unfortunatly
Lenny’s love could not be,
His heart broke and he was soon dead

Then Lenny turned into a flower, the most beautiful one in the land,
With a stem full of thorns
To make everything torn
And to prick those who’d pick in the hand

If I Could

To fly among the "coulds" up high
"If I could I would" says I
But since you can't you never will
"But if I could I would" says still
But just because you could and would
it doesn't always mean you should
"But since I can't we'll never see
how all those 'if I coulds' would be"

To Fly

To fly among the clouds up high
I sometimes wonder why can't I?
I could take part in such a thing
and flit about with feathered wings.
But gravity can seem so strong
and building wings might take too long.
Alas, I shall not leave the earth
for more than a few hours worth
to ride inside a metal can
not really flying, still just human

The Tale of Iffy and Biffy

Now iffy and biffy were fairies of a most peculiar sort

And they'd often spend time on the face of a dime talking of fine drinks like port

But since iffy and biffy were poor folk, just that dime and some pie in the sky

They'd just sit there all talk and the people would mock how they'd never be able to buy.

And one day just as this was occuring, young iffy to biffy did say

"sure'n it would be grand if some 'un tripped in the sand and rolled a few coins out this way."

"it's true, t'would be grand," said old biffy, "to have all that cash quick to hand,

But so often I think, that to order the drink, so much taller than this we'd need stand."

"alas, tis too true," said young iffy, "for the bar we'd not reach as we are."

And it soon was decided that funds undivided were better for ladders by far.


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High-Velocity Lead or The Cowboy's Lament

It was a dark and stormy evening and I was just about to leaving 
when some lightning spooked the horses and they up and run away
they were towards the hills a heading and you sure can be a betting
I was real upset and angry and this disruption to my day

But it weren't only the roaming of my ride I was bemoaning 
as the ammo in the saddle bags strapped to 'em when they fled
and as the night comes down around me and the wolves prowl close around me
right 'bout now I'd trade those horses for some high-velocity lead.

The Legend of Lost Lake Swamp

In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night

And the bobcats prowl the undergrowth in search of a tasty bite

Where the wind goes wuthering through the pines and the sound of the questioning owl

Competes with the lunatic laugh of the loon and the panther’s hungry growl

Up north in the land of lakes and swamps, of Northern lights and Snow

There’s a little cabin in the woods where the lonely hunter goes

It sits on a hill by Lost Lake Swamp surrounded by trees and air

There’s no human soul for miles around, you can shout and there’s no one to hear

But the hungry hungry jay on his branch outside and the squirrel in his hidden nest

And the little songbird on the rock with his puffed up feather chest

And most times the loneliness is good and sometimes it makes you scared

If something happened to you out here how long until someone cared?

If you wandered down to check the stand and knelt beside the trail

And the wolf whose tracks you’re studyin’ sneaks up behind on the trail

And slashes you on the back and as you lay there bleedin’ out

You know there’s no one there to hear so you don’t even shout

And your ghost will haunt the lonely pines and wander through the swamp

And years from now the folks will tell of the legend of Lost Lake Swamp

And the hunter who was vanished there in the land of snow and northern lights

In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night