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Throw Me Something Mister

Did ya see it—
That smile on that little kid’s face?
I’m pretty really actually sure
The kid doesn’t want to be in any other place.
Did you see that smile—
On the masked fellow on the float # 3?
Those two open hands slicing thru the air
On this Mardi Gras in 1973.
Oh, how the sun came out,
Full and bright and warm;
The rays coursing, bouncing
Off all the doubloons arcing so above in a swarm.
Hear it? Tinkly, tinkle, sprinkles—
Doubloons all over the place!
Watch your fingers! Grab ‘em all up!
All gone! Not even one trace!
Didja see that—
That smile on the baby’s face?
The kid just gave her a doubloon!
Oh yes, this is such the happiest place!

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Fireflies Flitter

Fireflies flitter
Fireflies soar high
Some give their greetings
Others flash goodbye

Never saw a firefly
Ever lose a tear
Never knew a firefly
To pass on a frothy root beer

Once knew a firefly
On the fo’c’s’le of my boat
He flashed most determinedly
On the port sleeve of my peacoat:

The firefly had lost his damsel
To a flea cur from Balmooth;
Much darkening his dazzle—
A sad, poor lad, forsooth.

Years later said sad firefly
Had found his own true bonny lass
Fluttering about the far fields
Gracing at yon Isinglass

Happily flashed my firefly
Brightly from his bum
Now this damsel bonny
Is his kids dazzle Mum

Fireflies flitter
Fireflies soar high
Most give their greetings
The others flash your goodbye

The Unforgiveable Crime?

Oh, the horrid errors of Yule
We have all committed:
Mixed up colors to patterns;
Ribbons tied so misfitted.

Gave ‘em the wrong present
Or left on the price tag;
Switched the main big one
With the present that’s a gag!

Quick wrap on Christmas morning—
Oh, what an unsightly cut.
The paper just won’t fold
And I cannot get the box to shut!

Such perils of childhood presenting
On every December 25th;
THEN: Missing one’s front teeth
So every time it’s Saint Nicholith!

Then the unforgiveable crime,
Even if only a kid—
Someone (?) had somehow discovered
Where all the Christmas presents were hid!

So I became a Santa agnostic,
But it was really alright:
And I still get that soul-tug
Whenever we sing “Silent Night.”

And now I have my own child
The best present I ever had!
And should she find where I hid those gifts—
Well, ya know, it just won’t be all that bad!

“Jingle bells, jingle bells…”