I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
A useless piece of paraphernalia
Is definitely the umbrella
It only keeps us dry from the neck up
Not too brilliant there fella
I suppose there are people out there
Think it's the cat's meow
Hop skip and a jump down life's lanes
Doesn't look too highbrow
Must be more common in rainy regions
Closer to the equater
Parts of the world rains are common
Umbellas were created
bunnies in the field
red and yellow butterflies
hued floral frenzy
bunnies in flowers
with a hop skip and a jump
wind's at the window
colorful bunnies
frolic golden afternoon
under topaz skies
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
hustle and bustle and whistle he did
With a hop, skip and a jump
Over the pebbles and through the moss
An amazing garden he did see
With wonder and laughter he explored the garden
And discovered so many great things
He saw…
flowers blooming
rocks a booming
moss all fuzzy
bees a buzzing
butterflies a fluttering
bugs a muttering
Leaves waving in the wind
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
Went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves