Doulbe Yolkers
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1. First Little Chicken
Where did the first little chicken come from?
An egg’s gotta come from somewhere
Who had the first little mummy tum-tum?
She musta had a mum yeah
Well I guess your guess is just as good as mine
A hummingbird once flapped its wings
In sunny Catalina
Causing a whole house to tumble down
In Argentina
But I guess your guess is just as good as mine
When something seems amiss to me
Well I much prefer a mystery
The sun can sink into the sea
And I guess your guess is just as good as mine
Where did the first little chicken come from?
An egg’s gotta come from somewhere
Who had the first little mummy tum-tum?
She musta had a mum yeah
Well I guess your guess is just as good as mine
When something seems amiss to me
Well I much prefer a mystery
The sun can sink into the sea
And I guess your guess is just as good as mine
2. Better to be Stationary Than to be Paper
Standing here in a field, so stationary
But it’s better to be stationary than to be paper
Some say life as a tree is ordinary
But it’s better to be stationary than to be paper
And I can see so much from this vantage point you know
And I can hear all your conversations down below
Standing here in a field, my heart a-flutter
As the woodcutter and his axe just pass me by
Some say life as a tree is ordinary
But it’s better to be stationary than to be paper
And I can see so much from this vantage point you know
And I can hear all your conversations down below
Just standing here in a field
3. Hills of Assisi
I was riding my bike through the hills of Assisi
When I lost all my bearings and took a wrong turn
I went past a one-legged violin maker
And I went past a church and a big butter churn
Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood for Italian food
I went past a bridge and I went past a belfry
I went past a shepherd with all of his flock
I went past a farm and I went past a factory
I went past an orchard, I went past a clock
Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood for Italian food
I went past a man who was gazing at poppies
With petals resembling butterfly wings
I went past a statue of somebody famous
Oh I went past a lot of Italian things
Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood
I was in the mood
I was in the mood for Italian Food
4. Handball
Faster, slower, higher, lower
One bounce your side, one bounce my side
As my turn is drawing nearer
You can hear my heart beat faster
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody should play it
Let’s go ahead and say it
“We love handball”
GIve a little, gIve a little, gIve a little, gIve a little
Give a little time and effort
Then soon you too can laugh at
Your mistakes y’all
Who can beat the six-time winner?
Trick him with a crafty spinner?
As my turn is drawing nearer
You can hear my heart beat faster
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody should play it
Let’s go ahead and say it
“We love handball”
GIve a little, gIve a little, gIve a little, gIve a little
Give a little time and effort
Then soon you too can laugh at
Your mistakes y’all
5. Baby Tiger Slug
Baby tiger slug
Your poor cousin
Doth carry his house around
Gliding this-a-way
Sliding that-a-way
One foot on the ground
Some might say, he’s always safe at home
But come what may, you’re the one who’s free to roam
SOLO
Some might say, he’s always safe at home
But come what may, you’re the one who’s free to roam
Baby tiger slug
Your poor cousin
Doth carry his house around
Gliding this-a-way
Sliding that-a-way
One foot on the ground
6. Mr Poe's Garden
All my chickens have escaped
There they go in Mr Poe’s garden
He’s gonna find their presence a burden
They might end up on his plate
If I do not send out a rescue
Mr Poe, I don’t wanna pesk you
But where the Dickens are those chickens?
Well I’m sick of stickin’ up for their bad behaviour
Now the plot it thickens
And I must
Become their saviour
(for Finn)
7. Akin to a Walnut
I met a girl called Corrina
She introduced me to the o-o-o-o-ocarina
Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut
She had a lovely demeanour
But I’m afraid my gaze was locked upon her ocarina
Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut
I feel bad for Corrina
‘Cause when I touched that thing, it’s just as if I’d never seen her
Oh what a beautiful instrument
With a shape that’s akin to a yeah
With a shape that’s akin to a walnut
8. The Day of Opposites
I woke up late last night as a light shone through my window
The sky had turned to white and the stars were black as coal
The astronauts I thought would all have to wear sunglasses
As they rocketed through space to their unfamiliar goal
But I was ready, I was ready, I was ready
For the day of opposites
The wild beasts all came and they played beneath my window
I gave them all a name and invited them for tea
The children read the books aloud, the grown ups looked and listened
We had dinner on the ceiling, went to school at half past three
And I was ready, I was ready, I was ready
For the day of opposites
Yes I was ready, I was ready, I was ready
For the day of opposites
9. Favourites in the Natural World
The flight of the swallow
Always leaves me in awe
It might be the finest sight that I ever, ever saw
I’m fond of the poplar
The birch and the fern
Show me a cypress and just watch my spirits turn
It’s great to have favourites
In the natural world
And that is the gift I wish
On every boy and girl
The mighty hydrangea
Blue, purple and white
I hope I can dream about those lovely blooms tonight
The flight of the swallow
Always leaves me in awe
It might be the finest sight that I ever, ever saw
It’s great to have favourites
In the natural world
And that is the gift I wish
On every boy and girl
10. Unique
Unique is a wonderful word
Meaning one of a kind
One of a kind
One of a kind
Everything under the sun
Every beast, every bird
One of a kind
One of a kind
Sunflowers, snowflakes and clouds
All of them stand out in crowds
Unique is a wonderful word
Meaning one of a kind
One of a kind
One of a kind
Everything under the sun
Every beast, every bird
One of a kind
One of a kind
11. Scurvy
I ain’t gonna get scurvy baby, oh no
Just as certain as the earth is curvy
‘Cause I’ve got lemons on board
When you’re counting every hour
Till you can bury the loot
You take the sweet with the sour
And you suck that yellow fruit
I ain’t gonna get scurvy baby, oh no
So hit me honey with the super citrus
‘Cause I’ve got lemons on board
When you’re counting every hour
Till you can bury the loot
You take the sweet with the sour
And you suck that yellow fruit
Yes you suck that yellow fruit
Yes you pluck and you suck that yellow fruit
12. More Questions
What does a Scotsman keep in a sporran?
What does a man from Mexico hide beneath his hat?
Things that are foreign keep me a guessin’
First I wonder this and then I wonder that
And all the books in the world
Can’t cure my curiosity
Because you see, there will always be
More questions
Like why did the
dodo end up a no-show?
Was it just a slowcoach or too lazy to escape?
And if there’s a Bigfoot, might there be a Smallfoot?
The hunt would be enthralling but I know I’ll have to wait
And all the
books in the world
Can’t cure my curiosity
Because you see, there will always be
More questions
13. Toptoeing Past the Bull
I went from Scotland to Belarus
I travelled half way upon a moose
And as the sun was setting on the European sky
I said Goodbye to Lithuania
Heaving a sigh to Lithuania
Wishing that I were taller and brainier
Just like them
I went from Scotland to Belarus
I had my children in a papoose
And as the sun was setting on the European sky
I said Goodbye to Lithuania
Heaving a sigh to Lithuania
Wishing that I were taller and brainier
Just like them
14. Sleepwalker
I was heading for the bathroom
Look at where I ended up
I went down a different path
And look at where I ended up
Yes I’ve been waylaid in my PJs
Poor sleepwalker, I am far from home
Yes I’ve been waylaid in my PJs
The moon is up and the night is still
Waylaid in my PJs
repeat verse
The moon is up
And the night is still
And the park is dark
And the owl it hoots
And the squirrel scoots
Waylaid in my PJs
