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Where the wild things are.
The night Max wore his wolf suit
and made mischief of one kind
and another.
His mother called him
Wild Thing!
And Max said,
I'll eat you up!
So he was sent to bed
without eating anything.
That very night,
in Max's room,
a forest grew
and grew
and grew
until his ceiling hung with vines
and the walls became the world all around.
And an ocean tumbled by
with a private boat for Max.
And he sailed off
through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are.
And when he came to the place
where the wild things are,
they roared their terrible roars
and gnashed their terrible teeth
and rolled their terrible eyes
and showed their terrible claws
till Max said,
Be still!
and tamed them with the magic trick
of staring into all their yellow eyes
without blinking once.
And they were frightened
and called him the most wild thing of all
and made him king of all wild things.
And now, Pride Max,
the wild rumpus start!
Now stop!
Max said
and sent the wild things off to bed
without their supper.
And Max, the king of all wild things,
was lonely
and wanted to be where someone loved him
best of all.
Then all around,
from far away across the world,
he smelled good things to eat.
So he gave up being king
of where the wild things are.
But the wild things cried,
Oh, please don't go!
We'll eat you up!
We love you so!
And Max said, No!
The wild things roared
their terrible roars
and gnashed their terrible teeth
and rolled their terrible eyes
and showed their terrible claws.
But Max stepped into his private boat
and waved goodbye
and sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day
and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him.
And it was still hot.
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GUITAR SOLO
A. Alligators all around
B. Bursting balloons
C. Catching coals
D. Doing dishes
E. Entertaining elephants
F. Forever fooling
G. Getting giggles
H. Having headaches
I. Imitating Indians
J. Juggling jelly beans
K. Keeping kangaroos
L. Looking like lions
M. Making macaroni
N. Never napping
O. Ordering oatmeal
P. Hushing people
Q. White quarrel sun
R. Riding reindeer
S. Shockingly spoiled
T. Throwing tantrums
U. Usually upside down
B. Fairy pain
W. Wearing wigs
X. Xing Xs
Y. Yakkity yakking
C. Zippity zang
A. Alligators all around
A. Alligators all around
There once was a boy named Pierre
Who only would say, I don't care
Read his story, my friend
For you'll find at the end
That a suitable moral
Lies there
One day his mother said
When Pierre climbed out of bed
Good morning, darling boy
You are my only joy
Pierre said, I don't care
What would you like to eat?
I don't care
Some lovely cream of wheat?
I don't care
Don't sit backwards on your chair
I don't care
Or pour syrup on your hair?
I don't care
You are acting like a clown
I don't care
And we have to go to town
I don't care
Don't you want to come, my dear?
I don't care
Would you rather stay right here?
I don't care
So his mother left her there
His father said, get off your head
Or I will march you up to bed
Pierre said, I don't care
I would think that you could see
I don't care
Your head is where your feet should be
I don't care
If you keep standing upside down
I don't care
We'll never ever get to town
I don't care
If only you would say I care
I don't care
I'd let you fold the folding chair
I don't care
So his parents left him there
They didn't take him anywhere
Now as the night began to fall
A hungry lion paid a toll
He looked Pierre right in the eye
And asked him if he'd like to die
And Pierre said, I don't care
I can eat you, don't you see?
I don't care
And you will be inside of me?
I don't care
Then you'll never have to bother
I don't care
With a mother and a father?
I don't care
Is that all you have to say?
I don't care
Then I'll eat you if I may
I don't care
So the lion ate Pierre
Arriving home at six o'clock
His parents had a dreadful shock
They found the lion sick and dead
And frightened Pierre is surely dead
They pulled the lion by the hair
They hit him with the folding chair
His mother asked, where is Pierre?
And the lion answered, I don't care
His father said, Pierre's in there
They rushed the lion into town
The doctor shook him up and down
And when the lion gave a roar
Pierre fell out upon the floor
He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head
And laughed because he wasn't dead
His mother cried and held him tight
His father asked, are you alright?
Pierre said, I am feeling fine
Please take me home, it's half past nine
The lion said, if you would care
To climb on me, I'll take you there
Then everyone looked at Pierre
Who shouted, yes indeed I care
The lion took them home to rest
And stayed on as a weakened guest
The moral of Pierre is care
One was Johnny
One was Johnny
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was a rat who jumped on his shelf
Three was a cat who chased the rat
Four was a dog who came in and sat
Five was a turtle who bit the dog's tail
Six was a monkey who brought in the mail
Seven a black bird pecked poor Johnny's nose
One was Johnny
Eight was a tiger out selling old clothes
Nine was a robber who took an old shoe
Ten was a puzzle, what should Johnny do?
One was Johnny
He stood on a chair and said
Here's what I'll do
I'll start to count backward and when I am through
If this house isn't empty I'll eat all of you
Nine was the robber who left looking pale
Eight was the tiger who chased him to jail
Seven the black bird flew off to Havana
Six was the monkey who stole a banana
Five was the turtle who crawled off to bed
Four was the dog who slid home on his sled
One was Johnny
Three was the cat who pounced on the rat
Two was the rat who left with the cat
And one was Johnny
One was Johnny
One was Johnny
One was Johnny
One was Johnny who lived by himself
And liked it like that
One was Johnny
In January it's so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice
In February it will be
My snowman's anniversary
With cake for him and soup for me
Happy once, happy twice
Happy chicken soup with rice
In March the wind blows down the door
And spills my soup upon the floor
It laps it up and roars for more
Blowing once, blowing twice
Blowing chicken soup with rice
In April I will go away
Too far off Spain or old Bombay
And dream about hot soup all day
Oh my once, oh my twice
Oh my old chicken soup with rice
In May I truly think it best
To be a robin lightly dressed
Concocting soup inside my nest
Mix it once, mix it twice
Mix that chicken soup with rice
In June I saw a charming group
Of roses all begin to droop
I pep them up with chicken soup
Sprinkle once, sprinkle twice
Sprinkle chicken soup with rice
In July I'll take a peek
Into the cool and fishy deep
Where chicken soup is selling cheap
Selling once, ah selling twice
Selling chicken soup with rice
In August it will be so hot
I will become a cooking pot
Cooking soup of course why not
Cooking once, cooking twice
Cooking chicken soup with rice
In September for a while
I will ride a crocodile
Down the chicken soup and I'll
Paddle once, paddle twice
Paddle chicken soup with rice
In October I'll be host
To witches, goblins and a goose
I'll serve them chicken soup on toast
Whoopee once, whoopee twice
Whoopee chicken soup with rice
In November's gusty gale
I will flot my filly tail
And spout hot soup, I'll be a whale
Spouting once, spouting twice
Spouting chicken soup with rice
In December I will be
A bobbled fangled Christmas tree
With soup bowls draped all over me
Merry once, merry twice
Merry chicken soup with, merry chicken soup with
Merry chicken soup with rice
I told you once, I told you twice
All seasons of the year are nice
For eating chicken soup, eating chicken soup with rice
Chicken soup, chicken soup with rice
In the Night Kitchen
Did you ever hear of Mickey?
How he heard a racket in the night
And shouted
Quiet down there!
And fell through the dark
Out of his clothes
Past the moon
And his mama
Mama
And Papa sleeping tight
Papa
Into the light of the Night Kitchen
Where the bakers who bake till the dawn
So we can have cake in the morn mixed
Mickey in batter
Chanting
Milk in the batter, milk in the batter
Stir it, scrape it
Make it, bake it
And they put that batter up to bake
A delicious Mickey cake
But right in the middle
Of the steaming and the making
And the smelling and the baking
Mickey poked through and said
I'm not the milk and the milk's not me
I'm Mickey
So he skipped from the oven
And into bread dough
All ready to rise in the Night Kitchen
He kneaded and punched it
And pounded and pulled
Till it looked okay
Milk, milk
Milk for the morning cake
Then Mickey and dough was just on his way
When the bakers ran up with a measuring cup
Howling
Milk, milk
Milk for the morning cake
What's all of us?
I'm Mickey the pilot
I get milk the Mickey way
And he grabbed the cup as he flew up
And up and up and over the top
Of the Milky Way in the Night Kitchen
Mickey the milkman dived to the bottom
Singing I'm in the milk and the milk's in me
God bless milk and God bless me
Then he swam to the top
Pouring milk from his cup into batter below
So the bakers they mixed it
And beat it and baked it
Milk in the batter, milk in the batter
Milk in the batter, we bake cake and nothing's a matter
Now Mickey in the Night Kitchen
Cried cock-a-doodle-doo
And slid down the side
Straight into bed
Cake free and dried
And that's why, thanks to Mickey, we have cake every morning
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