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You can't write poetry on the computer. ~Quentin Tarantino

When I build a house

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When I build a house,

What a house it will be

Yes when I get to choose

It will be up in a tree

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In a tree with a trunk

Seventy-two feet around

So that there’s plenty of room

Way up off the ground

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The only way into

My house in the tree

Will be a jiggily ladder

Made especially for me

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The house that I build

Will go clear up to the sky

Have hundreds of windows

And paper airplanes to fly

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The first floor would be

My pool, of course

And right next to my pool

I’ll stable my horse

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There’ll be lots of room

For my cat and my dog

With a turtle and snake

Underneath a big log

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The next floor is where

I’ll keep all my toys

Stacked up in each corner

All made just for boys

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Above that will be

A sport court with hoops

And a bike track around it

With 2 loopty-loops

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On top of my gymnasium

A big room for my TV

The size of an elephant

My TV will be

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I’ll have a big sofa

With games made just for me

All the best movies

And they’ll all be 3-D

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And when I get hungry

There’d be an auto-snack maker

An ice cream dispenser

And a warm-cookie baker

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And when I get thirsty

I’ll have a nozzle on a hose

Turn the knob for a drink

And splash there she goes

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My bathroom I’ll put

In back on the side

And the bath would connect

To the pool with a slide

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A bedroom beside it

With a trampoline bed

And the ceiling so high

I won’t hit my head

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Yes, my bedroom would be

Up way, way high

With roof made of glass

So I can look at the sky

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And the last thing would be

A super fast zip line

To the big tree one over

And the family that's mine!

When I was a Boy

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When I was a boy

I had me a mother

It seemed pretty clear

That I'd not get another

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To a family with a son

Not too handsome or bright

They would need a new boy

To make everything right

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So into this world

In a world without Bob

It was a sad situation

Until mom did her job

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What a fine job she did

My mother brought me

A bright shining genius

Doing higher mathematics at 3

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Her job was complete

At least she thought so

When a sister pops up

Goodbye status quo

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She loved all her children

No more one than the other

But it was clear I was most precious

To my little mother

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When I was just 4

She pushed me to school

I went kicking and crying

With my trusty slide rule

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And thus to school I would go

And for 16 more years

Not a care in the world

Without any more tears

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My mother made certain

Our home was a happy one

She'd make us good food

That was second to none

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I played and played

With my sister and brother

She made us all happy

Did my little mother

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She taught me card games

And gave me haircuts

She'd go watch me at sports

Where her cheering was nuts

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She'd take me to Sears

To the dank bargain basement

Looking for options 

For my siblings' replacement

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All finished with school

She saw us all marry

Soon grandchildren arrived

The first one most hairy

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Along came some more

2 Maus and 4 Hopes

All pretty handsome

And none of them dopes

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For 56 years

She'd been a good wife

My dear little mother

Had a wonderful life

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The years hurried past

And my mom she grew old

Her body gave in

But her heart stayed pure gold

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And when she grew tired

Her time had run out

She left this world richer

There could be no doubt

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So I lost my dear mother

She'd done all she could

To raise me from baby

To full-blown adulthood.

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