Thoughts

Warm Cockles
It's cold and dark and gray outside,
A perfect day for the fireside
So cold and dark on the inside
Can be banished to the curbside.

Send the yearning warmth in the heart
Coursing to every wanting part
Never too soon or late to start,
Warming the soul is always smart.



Yeah Yeah
I'll mash his face to a pulp
I'll stomp his toes 'til they're blue
I'll steal his food, every gulp
Aren't you happy, he's not you?