If the earth were made of cheese,
and the seas made just of ink,
soda crackers would be gold,
traded for things cold to drink.
But the world is not like that,
or else the rats would run it;
furthermore, it seems to me
a fantasy to dream it.
15 APR 2025
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Leave a CommentMy name is Shaba Waba,
The Grr the Glab-glab man;
I learned to Grr the Glab-glab,
Although not many can.
I love to Grr the Glab-glab,
and I will tell you why
if I can’t Grr the Glab-glab
I’ll hang my head and cry.
I learned to Grr the Glab-glab
when I was just a pup;
and once I Grr the Glab-glab
it’s hard to shut me up.
I Glab-glab in the morning,
all day and through the night;
if you would Grr the Glab-glab,
you learn to do it right.
I Grr the Glab-glab daily,
at every chance I get;
I Grr at friends and neighbors,
and Glab-glab at their pets.
I Grr when someone moves me,
and Glab-glab when I dine;
at Mama and at Daddy,
and my friend Caroline.
At any sign of danger,
I Grr the Glab-glab song;
I’ll always Grr the Glab-glab,
though some may thing it’s wrong.
Now you know Grr the Glab-glab,
and surely you can see:
you must love Grr the Glab-glab
to hang around with me.
I sing out Grr the Glab-glab,
so all will understand
my name is Shaba Waba,
the Grr the Glab-glab man.
for Sondra and Shaba Z’ar
17 AUG 2013
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