Kickapoo Poems - Poems about Kickapoo

That first cup of coffee in the morning I describe it as KICKAPOO JOY JUICE The day doesn't begin until that first sip When angels start singing and the sun comes out You realize the world is a beautiful place You feel like skipping through fields of clover Singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and throwing out daisies At times I'm overwhelmed by the amazing response When...

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Stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed From Al Capp's Li'l Abner A strip from another era For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow...

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That first sip of kickapoo juice to start the morn The old ship starts a-sailing, taking off from home port Even still tied to the quay No stopping me, it's out to sea Dragging the pier with me, our minds we transport...

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That stuff we slurp up like there's no tomorrow Is called “Kickapoo Joy Juice” a name I borrowed From Al Capp's Li'l Abner A strip from another era For 43 years till Al Capp passed away to our sorrow...

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That first cup of coffee in the morning I describe it as KICKAPOO JOY JUICE The day doesn't begin until that first sip When angels start singing and the sun starts to shine You realize the world is a beautiful place You feel like skipping through fields of clover Singing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and throwing out daisies At times I'm overwhelmed by the amazing...

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