I Am Writing These Poems From Inside

I Was Always Prepared For Success But That Means That I Have To Be Prepared For Failure, Too.

Beware Of Being The Roller / When There's Nothing Left To Roll

There's A Polar Bear In Our Frigidaire-- He Likes It 'cause It's Cold In There. With His Seat In The Meat And His Face In The Fish And His Big Hairy Paws In The Buttery Dish, He's Nibbling The Noodles, And Munching The Rice, He's Slurping The Soda, He's Licking The Ice. And He Lets Out A Roar If You Open The Door. And It Gives Me A Scare To Know He's In There-- That Polary Bear In Our Fridgitydaire.

Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, They're Looking A Little Bit Dull. Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, For The Eagles And Starlings And Gulls Have All Been Complaining They're Tarnished And Worn, They Say They Want New Ones We Cannot Afford. So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

Anything Is Possible. Anything Can Be.