when were dead where do we ago
up above or down below
does our soul really leave
or is it something we believe
no one knows it hard to tell
is it to heaven or is it hell
perhaps one day we will see
if our soul is really free
that is when we have the proof
then we will learn what is the truth.

wouldn it be nice if there was no sad
just happines and joy to make us very glad
it would be so nice.  a life that has no stress
everything so neat never any mess
have a life so happy every single day
living in a world thats always bright and gay
wouldnt it be nice if all this could be
to have a life like this  and no more misery.

there was little octopus he just loved to sing
but the thing he loved most of all was the highland fling
he would play his bagpipes and do his little dance
with his funny legs he just love to prance
he just loved the bagpipes he just played away
doing his little jig that made him bright and gay
he was very happy in scottish kilt
with his little hat  he wore at a tilt
he just loved the joy that it used bring
he was very happy to do the highland fling

i looked in the mirror the other day
noticed my hair was turning grey
the lines were there up on my face
here there and every place
i was ageing it was  plain to see
by the face in front of me
there were wrinkles coming fast
as the years were rolling past
but in my mind im still a kid
and do now what i aways did.

i decided i would try to make myself bread
just a silly notion i had inside my head
i mixed up all the flour and got my baking tin
rolled  it nice and neatly and put my baking in
i placed in the oven oven then i set the dial
cooked it very slowly for a little while
i left in the oven so  my bread would rise
but it stayed so flat i couldnt believe my eyes
i was looking forward to my little feast
the reason it was flat i forgot the yeast

loneliness for people can be very bad
leaves them oh so lonley and also very sad
there mind is in distress there feelings they have gone
trapped with in despair and how do they go on
everything inside is in disarray
hoping one day soon it will go away

there was a little weasel a funny chap was he
he lived in a field underneath a tree
he like to roam around in and out of hay
searching for some food in his weasel way
oneday when he was searching he saw a little hen
he had broken loose from his chicken pen
the hen he had got stuck the poor little thing
he had got his leg trapped ******* in some string
chicken he was sad stuck in all the hay
weasel he was clever and chewed the string away
chicken he was free and went back to his pen
he was very happy and never broke loose again.