Whose woods these are I'm sure I know
My name is on the deed you know

My horse he does not think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near

My horse is of Korean make
Will stop and start and sometimes shake

Shake it did again today
Now I must call on Triple A

But I few promises have to keep
And pray for soon untroubled sleep

Some people are delighted
Some people are sad
Some think the good rewarded
Some think the bad
This is the day the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it

I read their poems at night.
The words that others write.
Oft so dark, so very sad.
I try to write them something glad.
And hope they smile.

There once was a girl very cute
Who dressed in a newspaper suit
Til one day a fire
Burned up her attire
And now all the boys say "she's nute"

Fear not
To be alone is the human condition
If others seek they may be got
But in the end are all forgot

You can write about, if you choose’
Elephants, snakes and kangaroos
But not about the platypus.
It doesn’t amuse us  

You can write about snails
And puppydog tails
But don’t write about the platypus
It will only confuse us

The Profit Mica enjoins us all
Do justice love mercy
Walk humbly with our god.

This is hard.

Justice includes patience
Mercy needs forgiveness
And who of us is truly humble?

I think I better not run for President