SUMMERTIME: KNOCKS, ROCKS AND LOCKS

I went to Suite Ste. Marie to play around the locks,

As ships pulled into the locks, I dropped on them small rocks,

The police came for me,

I struggled to be free,

But, they calmed my body down, with head locks and head knocks.

A BAD MAN NAMED ROY

A witch cursed a bad man named Roy,
She turned him into a float toy,
He was a toy boat,
But, he could not float,
He was sank by a bad little boy.