LOOK BOTH WAYS, AND UP

I drove my car up to the train tacks, in a little, rural town,

I looked for the train one way, up, and the other way, I looked down,

I geared my car into humming,

Across the tracks I was coming,

An airplane fell on top of my head, now I wear an Angel's gown.

THE VOLE AND THE TIKI TORCH

There was a little vole sitting on my porch,

He said he had been chewing on my neighbors tiki torch,

Vole said if he wanted real grub,

He'd chew the bark off my shrub,

He said that tiki flames gave his fur a scorch.