The Giantess Wolf

Look at the big tall giantess wolf

Who sits on her giantess chair

Her paws can be found with their claws on the ground 

While the clouds brush her ears and her hair

Giant wolf, giant wolf, can you tell me, my dear

Where you found such a long-legged chair?

Though I'm just a small boy, I as well would enjoy

Bridging earth with the clouds in the air.

Angels

We go running around with our angel wings on

And our wee naked butts in the air

“We are angels!” we yell, and we hoot and we hop

And the well-dressed aristocrats stare

And they whisper: “What hooligans!

Surely they know that an angel is modest and mild.

Real angels wear dresses and carry a harp

And their hair is well-combed and well-styled.”

“Poo that!” we reply, as we climb up the church

And throw melons and eggs from the top

“Gifts from heaven!” we cry, as we watch the goop land

On the fancy folks’ heads—squish squelch slop.

Surely I'm in Paradise

Surely I'm in paradise

Surely I am here 

For chimes and birdsong enter

In the seashell of each ear

For goats are grazing near at hand

And chickens peck through dirt

A snake a-wiggles, bugs a-crawl

The mountain stands inert

And all around, there's only green

Banana trees and plants

There's green until the moon devours 

My paper, pen and pants

Until I'm nude and empty

In the bugs-a-chirping night

Declaring, "I'm in paradise!"

'Til all fades out of sight.