Maggie Scarioni <20173367@hughsonschools.org>
Oct 6, 2017, 4:20 PM
to me

I'm up here in a nuthouse my mind is in a rut,
my counselor thinks I'm crazy but she is offered nut.
I'm just the same as you are, and I can prove it too,
just listen to my lullaby, to prove I'm not kukoo.

I was born one night one morn when the whistle went boom boom
I'll fry a cake and bake a snake when the mudpies are in bloom.
Now, six and six makes nine, does ice come from a mine?
The old black Joe is and Eskimo in the good ol' summer ti-iiime.

Loopty loop and noodle soup just give your socks a shine,
I'm a guilty judge I stole some fudge three cheers for old lang syne.
I can not tell a lie, I hooked a piece of pie
it was on branch beneath the sea above the great blue sky.

Easter eggs don't wash their legs their children will have ducks (quack quack)
I'd rather have a lemon pie than forty-seven bucks.
Now down in Patagonia they spit into the phonia
and that is all baloneya Pataruski blow your horn toot toot!!!