“Yabba dabba do" Many years ago Interesting cartoon show
Fred Flintstone couldn’t wait to leave work and get home
To be greeted by Wilma and served a brontosaurus bone
Fred was content as he laughed and yelled * “Yabba dabba do"
The prehistoric caveman’s popularity became iconic and grew
*Fred Flintstone's infamous and iconic saying from the Flintstone's cartoon.
Fred wed, Fred said
My wife chose another man's bed
Fred bled, Fred's dead
He chambered a round in his head
There was a young man named Fred
(the tooth fairy lived in dread)
a wild flamboyant from afar
the spice island Zanzibar
a singer he'd been
and sang a good song
with four-octave range
in the band called Queen
tho' considered 'strange'
with plus four in the upper jaw
he had more teeth than most
once nicely depraved
now dead and gone
when he gave up the ghost
shuffled offstage his mortal coil
was no more than toast
finally went bust
of him it was said,
'Another one bites the crust!'
Collecting collateral fuzzy Fred said
Keeping the secret of his co-worker Ned
Ned was unconcerned, he paid the money
Fred is missing, reported his live-in Honey
This man has not been found since ‘84
Ned is relieved, he’s not been extorted anymore
Hiding a stegosaurus is easy.
I have one with purple polka dots.
His name is Fred, he knows to be quiet.
Fred is well-hidden in my backyard.
There is razor-wire on my fence.
To discourage noisy neighbors.
I was lucky to inherit a stegosaurus.
My cousin Charlie inherited a T-rex.
He is having a mother of a time hiding Tiny.
Farmer Fred on the day he was wed
Believed every word he said
He knew his light of love Nancy
Was so much more than a passing fancy
Nancy had brains, beauty, and drive
With her by his side, Fred felt so alive
Now after forty years of wedded bliss
Fred thought he'd give Nancy a kiss
So Fred gives her his famous wink of the eye
And beckoned Nancy to come over nigh
Now Nancy had a different idea
Sideling over she gives Fred a swift kick in the rear
Smiles and says "Get yourself out of here
And go fix that old John Deere"
So much for romance thought Fred out loud
Hush! you old fool, the back forty needs to be plowed
Fred is always ready for fisticuffs
Any excuse to get even for sighs and huffs
Has bruised many knuckles to prove this to you
Daily has at least one fight, and sometimes two.
Jailed in ’92 when his best friend was dead.
We were not sure it was even good ole Fred
Could not prove it was him, I guess.
Used to get beaten up regularly by his sister Tess.
I am hiding with my bestie Fred
The deer are near
the deer, the deer
They are carnivores and cannibals
If they we were here, there would be much to fear
Fred is screaming and it is clear
The deer are here, the deer are here
They will eat us off the vine they will
Gone already are Jack and Jill
Hold up! Things might be looking great!
The farmer’s wife is putting us on a dinner plate.
Wash those tomatoes! Her bossy husband calls.
Fred does a dive, landing on one of their grandson’s balls.
Is it still good? The farmer yells to his wife.
“So far so good!” I yell out
No longer full of fear or strife.
Who says that books can't have babies
or be dead
Who says on another planet or airplane
that people aren't read instead
And the books might say,
"You can't read a person by its cover --
yellow, brown, white or red."
"Everything is possible
when the imagination is concerned.
All one has to do is look --
on the pages, the mind
the heart; right Fred?"
"Right Ned."
Johnny sat on the tire swing speaking to his pup
He stared at the ground, and he rarely looked up.
No one understood him as well as Fred, of course.
He had a cat, two bunnies, a chicken and a horse.
But Fred was an appreciative audience for sure.
His listening ears were perked, his manner was pure.
He did not miss a word, and he was cuddly too.
Johnny felt much better after this conversation was through.
Fred heard his new crush loved men with red hair
And went next door to a salon called Flare
Now dyed red for his new date
Valentine's Day he couldn't wait
Until the back of his head was left bare
Strict 8-8-5-5-8 meter.
I once owned a Pinto named Fred.
Its color was some shade of red.
I pulled on the choke.
The steering wheel broke.
But now it is mercif'ly dead.
I am sorry but you cannot come the elderly musician said.
He liked the little cairn terrier dog, nicknamed him Friendly Fred.
Friendly Fred kept following over a rickety bridge and well beyond.
He kept him but had to get rid of his wife, of whom he was no longer fond.
Poor Fred just wanted to be a farmer
But so cute, he morphed into a charmer
All the girls saw him and sighed
Barn-door-sized tears did Fred cry
Exchanged mud-caked boots for 'Under Armour'
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