It takes the peace of your today,
But does not take your cares away.
Worrying will bring no release.
Of your today, it takes the peace.
And smile awhile, sing if you can.
Always make happy thoughts your plan.
Don’t you worry, that’s not your style.
Sing if you can, and smile awhile.
Trouble looms, clouds form overhead.
Now don’t worry just laugh instead.
The worst will come if one assumes.
Clouds form overhead, trouble looms.
Pay no heed to trouble and strife.
So look on the bright side of life.
Do not believe all that you read.
To trouble and strife pay no heed.
If you can, so fix it today.
That will save you any dismay.
That really sounds like a plan.
So fix it today if you can.
Essential to our beginning
adorned: how proud
they stand
Lovers in there new
beginning
applauds;
he hold her hand
To care for
to care to
to care because
it's just the
right thing
to do.
It's alot to consider
there's
others involved
it's problematic
hey but you make
the call
aint what you thinking
just pencil it in
the pro's and con's
now where do we began
a denotation of
each action
what routines are concern
is it something
worth saying
or is it something
learned
Darling take your time
pencil it in
ah Kiss starts our evening
a kiss when morning begins
Keep me in mind
I'm involved too
where we are going
and what we'll do
time it down to the second
from beginning to end
a night of romance together
sounds like a plan
Along the Muskerry Light Railway
One can watch the flowers bloom
It will not be much longer now
’Til the old town of Macroom
Arriving at the station
Collecting bags from overhead
To depart I am too keen
After all it is just not
The train letting off steam
The cattle mart’s in action
I better not be late
As a deal on a good Dexter cow
In the next lot I await
A good time to grab the paper
And some salted butter too
The Urban District Council is convening
I wonder what they’ll do
Sods of turf are being loaded
On a cart they’ll set their course
Up the dirt road to Clondrohid
The little donkey’s tour-de-force
I ask for the donkey’s name
“Father Peadar,” I am told
“A good writer he must be,” I said
A decision rather bold
To my lodgings, I head forth
Owned by a local businessman
No need to pay ‘till signing out
That sounds like a plan
An old trail hand came upon a man,
His wagon was stuck in the mud.
He asked the man if he needed a hand,
He said thanks, my name's Delmar Crudd.
Well hello Crudd, I'm Benjamin Fudd,
I'm just your common Buckaroo.
I'll help you Crudd get out of the mud,
But you'll have to feed me when I do.
That sounds like a plan you old trail hand,
I'll take all the help I can get.
Once out of the mud I'll feed you Fudd,
We'll eat as soon as the table is set.
With a push and shove and help from above,
Crudds wagon was finally free.
Once the table was set, Fudd finally ett;
And rode off to the West towards the sea.
Then on the next day and well on his way,
Fudd came across a man with three wives.
Shared his water with wives, sons, and daughter,
The man said thanks, you just saved our lives.
We'd like to feed you and if you need to,
You can dally with one of my wives.
Said I'm a Mormon, named Edgar Norman,
I live by making and sharpening knives.
After he fed, Eds wife joined him in bed,
Oh what a night for Benjamin Fudd!
You can make a bet, he'll never forget,
Fudd was fed better by Ed than by Crudd.
The lungs of earth, are being attacked,
If we want to keep breathing its now we should act,
If not for the sake of our own peace of mind,
Then for our children‘s children and all of mankind.
Trees by themselves are a beautiful sight,
Aesthetically pleasing in their own right,
But of greater importance and why we should care,
The trees and the plankton, Provide all of our air.
A forest the size of a small country, I fear,
Is torn, from the face of our planet each year,
To anthropomorphise the earth as a metaphor,
From space you would see it trying to breathe more.
There are many things that, require our attention,
But gasping for breath, is one we should mention,
Please all plant a tree, well more if you can,
To be more eco friendly sounds like a plan.
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