The Kittens and the Blue Raccoon
Copyright 2003 SilkyTofu (aka R.S. Okuma)
Kittens do laundry in pink moonlight
Wash calico mittens and paws
Delightful delectables, delicious, divine
Lint balls cling to their claws
The Blue Raccoon, a rascal thief
Brings cat nip gifts, lollipop toys
A red balloon, a bell that rings, “ships, ships ahoy!”
Filled to the brim of a black velvet sack
Slung down his shoulder and over his back
“Darling, darling kittens”, he woos
“Your mother sleeps fast, deep in the woods
Sent me to fetch you, without a delay
No time to wonder, there’s no time to play
So come to the land of honey and milk
drink out of bowls made of silk”
Into the sack they tripped and fell
Over their mittens and under their tails
The Blue Raccoon just chuckled and hummed
His heart beat faster, his heart did drum
“Come to the land of honey and milk
drink out of bowls made of silk
Lullaby, lullaby, loodledeedumm”
His belly ripe, so round and plump
A better meal could not have done
Licking fingers sucking his thumbs
Kittens taste like peppermint plumb
Mittens make such furry wreaths
But lint balls stick to teeth
Lint balls stick to teeth
“Lullaby, lullaby, loodledeedumm”
The sad history of my People:
The Great Jellybean War
Copyright 2003 SilkyTofu (aka R.S. Okuma)
Jellybean People from Lollipop Land
Had candy cane feet and lemon drop hands
Licorice bow ties, chocolate shoes
Hats of bubble gum chew
Call out the Jellies, away with the Troops
“Ten to a row, columns by two!”
Bows, arrows, and peppermint flutes
Cinnamon swords, and gingerbread boots
“Away to Jollybean Land”, they cried
“They’re always so happy, so what do they hide?
Must have a treasure, a Grape Jelly Mine
That’s why they’re happy most all of the time”
Jollybean People were caught by surprise
Jellybean Army came swarming like flies
Into the streets of Jollybean Land
Into the Jollybean Band!
“Join in our parade,” they sang,
“Jellies are welcomed in Jollybean Land
Give us your sweet little lemon drop hands
And candy cane feet into dance”
The Jellybean King said, “Aim for their toes
Load up your arrows, pull back your bows”
But Jollybean People just pulled up their feet
Rolled over and under and down the street
Onto the shores of Jollybean Lake
In banana split boats they made their escape
The Jellybean Army swam after them too
“Ten to a row, columns by two!”
Melt candy cane feet, bubble gum chew
Licorice bow ties, chocolate shoes
Arrows and bows, peppermint flutes
Cinnamon swords and gingerbread boots
Turning the water in Jollybean Lake
Into marmalade jam and gingerbread cake
Jollybean People on Jollybean Lake
Ate marmalade jam and gingerbread cake
Year after year they would all celebrate
The Jolly Great Jellybean War!
The Jolly Great Jellybean War!
Mostly I play dead.
Mostly I've been influenced by music that has had an influential impact on society...music society that is, when naturally that society is influencial in the business of music, or should I say in the art of music, which is far more influencial than road kill on the general population of raccoons and beavers, and of course Toyotas.
I use very little equipment. However, I am quite expert at using a lawn mower, which sure beats cutting the grass with my nose hair clipppers.
The Boy and the Blue Magic Flute
Copyright 2003 SilkyTofu (aka R.S.Okuma)
There once was a boy with a blue magic flute
Was found in the hollow, an old willow root
He followed the beaver, tortoise and hare
Discovered the flute was buried there
Fluting the water song of streams
Wind, rain and bird melodies
The “buzzy-bee” sounds of sweet honey bees
The “hooty toot toot” of owls in trees
The Troll who slept in the old willow root
Woke up and wanted his blue magic flute
“Who is the thief, where is the lute?”
The worm said, “Follow the boy and his toot”
Down from the waterfall, over the hill
In daffodil meadows where waters run still
The grumpy old Troll caught up with the boy
“Boy, give me my flute, it isn’t a toy!”
The boy played louder and whipped up a storm
Lightning, thunder, tornadoes did form
Lifted the Troll in a funnel of air
High over mountains and rainbows somewhere
As the boy grew older he looked like a Troll
The blue magic flute had taken control
Now sleeps in the hollow, an old willow root
Listen now, listen he’s playing his flute