HERMIT GENES AND BEANS

I'm a baby hermit, and my ma put me to bed,

I fell fast asleep, when I laid down my hermit head,

My strange, weird hermit genes,

Made me dream of baked beans,

With normal genes, I'd dream of baked beans and buttered bread.

THE BABY HERMIT IN THE TREE

I am a baby hermit, and I have climbed up into a tree,

Ma and pa and sis and bro, have been looking all around for me,

When one walks under my feet,

I do a bird tweet, tweet, tweet,

They never bother to look up, so baby hermit, they don't see.

THE WEATHER LIMERICK

In the mornings, it's been bone aching cold,

That makes me all grumpy, so I've been told,

But it does always warm,

Before a big lightning storm,

Then under the table, that's where I hold.