The Cow's Eatin' Jello, Sheep's Readin' Porn

Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn;
the cow’s eatin’ Jello, the sheep are readin’ porn.
The chickens are a cackling, what they’re sayin’s really bad,
and if this is just a dream it’s the worst I ever had.

Little Boy Blue, come play a song for me
of a time when life was better, or things that just can’t be.
Blow your loudest Jazz or lose me in some Blues.
Anything to chase away this life of tryin’ news.

Little Boy Blue, would you like to stay a while,
woo us with your cool notes, sooth us with your style.
Momma’s cookin’ supper, we could set a plate for you.
No, she wouldn’t mind if you played ‘til one or two.

Little Boy Blue, play that song our Momma likes,
the one with all those high notes that really, really spike.
Plays as if we’re payin’ an’ play it really loud.
Play it good an’ keep it tight so Momma be real proud.

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
and blow our blues away.

It's a parody-- get it? Okay, so you don't... Doesn't matter... Who's kidding who? Of course it matters. Anyway, if anyone cares I've been nominated by a friend for the job of Poet Laureate of North Carolina along with who knows how many really deserving poets. Maybe next time I'll share a real children's poem. Maybe someone from the selection committee will actually give it a read.

Comments

[Nick]

This one is fun. Congratulations on the nomination!

[Jean]

Having had a cold and crumby day
I logged in to shake the blues away
Ran across your parody and nomination news
And found myself warming up and pleasantly amused

best wished and thanks,
jean