I stood on my tiptoes to see a bit farther, To see past the people and over the trees, And over the forests and past the blue mountains, And then I looked farther, past stormy gray seas. And I just kept on looking. I looked past the clouds, And I looked past the skies and then out past the stars. I kept looking ahead 'til I couldn't see farther, I stood on my tiptoes and saw beyond far. No, I'll never forget what I saw on the day That I peered past the world and all that it contained. I saw past forever, past all that we know. I stared at eternity from my tiptoes.
There once was a cowboy named Ed, Whose boots were a bright shade of red ... Silver guns at the ready Lasso of spaghetti In a nine gallon hat Cowboy Ed proudly sat On a three-legged pony Who ate only bologna Backwards in his saddle His eyes on the cattle Yes, Ed drove the herd Never saying a word Though he did like to hum And chew pink bubble gum As he crisscrossed the plains Holding tight on the reins With a wild-eyed stare And the wind in his hair Others thought he was weird Cause he shaved half his beard And he buttered his chaps And stopped often for naps Filled his pockets with snakes And his pants with corn flakes Had a squeaky left knee A bovine allergy And a canteen of gravy For his pet cactus Davy ...
One Tuesday three fortunate sisters, Found five chests of silver and gold. But alas, only six short days after, They had wasted a fortune untold. And so seven years later the sisters With just nine pennies left to their name, Shared a dented tin cup And a mangy brown pup And had only themselves to blame.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.