Ah, to be a little frog.

Allow me to hide amongst 'your' belongings.

Under the cushions of your swing set, upon your screen door, mayhaps even in your outside rainboots.

You may shoo me away at once, if you must. I will be back.

Ah, to be a little frog.

I think i shall hop away now.

Toodaloo.

Until next time.

Will you be sad when he leaves
Or it doesn't work out
When you scream and shout
Until you fall ill inside
With no where to hide
How inside you were hiding your ill will,
Your true feelings,
Of how you weren't being true and felt nothing?

Nothing no more
Now it's gone and done
And can't be undone by any undoing
Even though you did nothing
While you so desperately wanted nothing to do?

Toodaloo to you too
Miss thing in a tutu
Dancing around
Go *****
Because we've done this before
Two, three, or maybe four before this

So, before this becomes that
And you turn and look back
I'm not having that again
It goes against all I believe
I think it best you be leaving
Have a good evening
Don't even stop to speak

I need that speaker hissing to stop
It's stopping me from living
My liver can't handle
The quivering flame of a candle
As you pull that arrow from your quiver
Through the tin can of my heart
Losing grip on the handle
On handlebars I ride but I can't do myself
My selfish needs are not selfish
They're needed for survival

Seen too many revival
Can't revive this scene
This film reel is not clean
And so alas, we must say adieu
I know it's true; I do
And so do you

I am sure my mail lady loves me
She does stop by my house frequently
She brings me letters, bills and adverts
And with great force my mail she inserts

Though jammed, crammed, mashed and squashed is the mail
Like an abstract origami fail
Of which she fits into my mail box
Deftly and quick like she’s on the clock

And without so much as a toodaloo
She leaves as if she is just passing through
But I know she just wants my attention
Her act is just a cry for affection

I’ll let her know her message is received
I’ll leave behind something she can retrieve
A purple handmade folded paper crane
Which I’ll then crush and vigorously maim

He scatters seeds in hearts hungry for
end of puppet war, pure hearts rapt in awe
of all joy that he aspires to
In him divinest fires brew

His method, peaceful politic
Doth shame the spiteful spirit traitor
Whose only role is heavens hater
Toodaloo, Satan, see ya later

This man, he never left the earth
Warms hearing hearts the breadth of her girth
Tyrants dictums have no worth
Love will be found even in Love's dearth

Tyrant can make all the coy allusions he want
They are powerless for John shows child purest font
He sublime sings to bright bells of God,
All at one, under the sun, with the Angel squad

grayish blue the morning light
resting too, just now no fright
when the day is through, true twilight
toodaloo - bring on the Night!