we'd roll on the floor, and roll some more,
and I'd wear my hat like a shoe.

If I could be there, I'd shave off my hair,
and I'd paint my nose bright red.

I'd wear my shirt for my pants,
and my pants for my shirt,

and crawl around under the bed.

I'd walk on the ceiling, I'd talk to the wall,

I'd unscrew my head;  it'd bounce like a ball,

I'd moo like a cow, I'd bark like a dog,
I'd roll in the mud, like a big ole hog.

I might even get crazy, 
and do my party dance,
put a lampshade on my head,
and wear my smarty pants.

Ahh, but if I only had wings,
like a nice ole Dove I knew,
I'd fly right back home to Texas,
Just to be with you.




Art by Steve Niccolls