THE YOUNG AND RICH IN OLD GIRL CLOTHES

Before the birds are outside with their squeaking,

I'm on the road for some special antiquing,

I hit all the yard sales,

Buy old cloth by the bales,

To make old dresses, like the posh are seeking.

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I HAPPIED UP MY HONEY WHEN I SOLD MY ART OF AWE

I made a tapestry of flowers laying on some straw,

Everyone who saw it, had a gaping jaw of awe, 

I sold the tapestry for money,

I shared the proceeds with my honey,

My honey bought a big pet bird that went, "caw caw, caw, caw, caw".