Crinkle Crankle Trees
Crinkle crankle trees abound
and copper pennies push the ground
ducklings with their moms in ponds
gonna catch me a gator.
Fallen threads from silken wings
snorkel with bubbles from the blue whale king
laugh as your grandma begins to sing
giggling tears down her face.
Patent leather heart beat shiny
I'll hide as you count then find me
Floating a bottle out to sea
You grab the captain's hat.
Crinkle crankle trees abound
autumn sings her pumpkin song
Who are we not to sing along
swinging on mosquito swing.
Flutter by the words I say
but a story a day keeps the doctor away
Psychiatry soup is an ear that you pay
to listen to your all of your tales.
So pull up a three legged chair to my table
sound the alarms and send out the cables
(Bring the rose water lemonade if you’re able)
‘cause it looks like we’re in for a whopper...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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