Whirlpools in a rushing river
No man’s land
This lamb is your lamb
Charlie McCarthy rides
Mister Ed Sullivan
Harder than Woody Woodpecker
Carnegie Hall wasn’t built
In a day it took practice
Practice practice
Let’s all go to Hobby Lobby
And grab ourselves
Some Chick-fil-A
Cigars! Cigarettes!
Cigars! Cigarettes!
This is not a pipe dream
A rooster
Eating crow
Pets a cockatoo
Mister Ed Sullivan
Leaves a jolly rancher
For a factory farmer
Tomorrow looks
Cloudy with a chance
Of mothballs
I’m itching
Like a beagle
In a fuzzy peach tree
Mister Ed Sullivan
Has left
The building
Charles B. Snoad 