THE SONG OF INDIANA

I went over to Indiana, to sing my gramma nana song,

It's about life in the dark heart, hinterland, and stabbing with a prong,

You see, nana jumped her bail,

Yes, dear nana is a fail,

Now she is back in prison, but won't admit, ax murdering is wrong.

CARMAN THE CRAYFISH

Carman was a crayfish,
She played in mud all day,
She once climbed into a clay dish,
Then Carmen went away,

Carman was sold as a crawdad,
She ended up in stew,
Carmen did not taste half bad,
The way most crayfish do,

So, this is how this story will wrap,
Beware ye crayfish who like to play,
Stay away from the crayfish trap,
Or you might be crawdad soufflé.

SIMON WAS A GIANT CRAWDAD

Simon was a giant crawdad,
He ate dead fish and smelled real bad,
He brushed twice a day,
And used mouthwash they say,
He still had no friends and felt sad.