SilkyTofu

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'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