Wakey, wakey, shakey, shakey, earth is quakey, quicky, quicky, git up head down feet up turn round, then do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, then turn your inside out -- Far Out!
Shakey, shakey, wakey, wakey, bakey, bakey, shake and bakey. Lakey lady lava cover, spilling over pithy pity.
Lady lava Lava Lady is Liquid Dating, with backyard barbeques getting her dance card filled up down at the Jam Bury your town hold down slow glow from no-town favorites, Let Us Nights end in pits, singing "On and On." See her glowing revues.
Come 'on 'ear duh noize, gurlz rock' 'em boize, make sure you use the real McCoys, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah--NOIZE!
You know they come in threes, you can feel it in the breeze, you see coconut fall off the trees, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah.
Quakey wakey mighty tidy, surf you jerks, the waves are crazy, topsy turvy--move away curvey. Itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-bikini'--OOPS (pass your bedtime)
I barely recall moments in the farmland,
Noting from albums how we pranced around fireflies
With trails of grass sprouting on red clay , like
Emerald fringes weaving through the orchard:
Somehow, I wished for longer remembrances,
Framed on decades of sepia portraits hanging
By ancient walls … our laughter gliding upon
Blurred visions of summer moons. Yet, you grew
Tiresome, more listless. Soon, autumn held me quite
Dismayed ; our revues paling…waning , Grandfather.
Now I WALK slowly on our field, laughing…but I cry inside.
For at age three, my girlish heart yearned
To savor more, more of time, utterly ominous.
Contest of Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Wish I Knew You When I Was Young
11/29/2017