Miss American Flower Pageant

Host:           

A recent report shows that in 40 percent of state parks, state flowers are the primary earners yet they continue to earn less than state trees. What does this say about society?"

Miss Sego Lily:       
The life of a state flower tough

I know it looks easy, but it’s rough

I’m up every morning, Utah adorning

The dry air ruins my pedals and stuff

I have to always look super amazing

Cause somebody is constantly gazing

Then they come pick me, and at a funeral they stick me

Where nobody my beauty is praising

I deserve the treatment of a queen

All of the nice and none of the mean

I shouldn’t do work, but just sit here and smirk

And listen to the praises y’all sing

Because I represent our great state

The Ms. USA Flower Pageant awaits

And I’m gonna win, with my beautiful grin

The California Poppy is sure to hate.

And my ideas totes have worth

I’m not just a pretty face in the earth

Sure I look gorgeous, out here in the forest

But yesterday wasn’t my birth

I’m the one who wants world peace

And believes pizza shouldn’t have grease

And thinks cats should love dogs, and fat people should jog

And no one should be allowed to wear fleece

But it’s like whatever. I’m over it, okay?

If y’all are gonna hate cause I look pretty today?

Talk to the leaf, and don’t give me grief

And that’s what income inequality about society might say

Hey! Get Off The Couch

I sat on the couch and just as I slouched, something bit my bum.

Could it be? Oh yes indeed! The couch had teeth and gums.

Mr. couch, I don’t mean to grouch, but did you just chew my cheek?

Indeed I did Mr. kid, you and I need to speak.

What the what, that’s nuts! Do I believe my ears?

Since when do couches talk? And since when do they bite rears?

I’m not a normal couch, he said, I’m a couch coach, you see

I coach kids to get off the couch instead of sitting on me

I tickle, I tweak, I squeeze and I squash. I punch, I pinch and I pull

I make people get off the couch and fill their dream cups full

Sorry silly sofa, I said, but I really need to rest

Besides, I need to sleep to dream. That’s how I dream best.

I’m afraid that’s out of order, I simply can’t let you sleep

I’m your guide to get outside, not lay here and count the sheep

Fine! I said, I’ll sleep on the floor, nothin’ you can do about that

So I sat on the ground and laid my head down, until I was completely flat

You look like lumber trying to slumber, you’ll never reach dreams at this pace

All of your dreams wont happen it seems, you’ll just stare off into space

The couch was right, my mind took flight and seemed to wishfully wander

I could not sleep. Not even a wink. So I stared into space to ponder

How big is space? Is it a place? Or does it go on forever…

I want to go, into space so I’ll know.  I should go on a space endeavor!

That’s when I knew, I had a dream that was new, and I would chase it all the way

Guess what Mr. Couch that made me say ouch? I will go to space one day!

Jolly good, as you should said the couch, as I ran out to chase my new dream

So did I make it to space? Well let’s just say... the view from the moon is supreme

Hey! Scratch that itch

I went to the doctor right after soccer. And said to him, “what’s up doc?”

I have this itch that’s been makin’ me twitch? And it’s been itchin’ me ‘round the clock.

Bugs in your bed? A hat on your head? Chickenpox under your chin?

A snake down your shirt? Grass in your skirt? Or poison ivy all over your skin?

Those make me itch, but not like this. This itch hasn’t turned red.

It’s more of an itch that turns on the switch to the light upstairs in my head.

Cake on your plate? Staying up late? Stuffed animals bigger than you?

Video games? Books with weird names? Or things that can turn your tongue blue?

Closer I think, to finding the thing, the thing that burns in my heart

It makes me feel like my ideas are ideal. It makes me feel like I’m smart

Hmmm, said the doc, it’s not as I thought. It’s bigger than that it seems.

This itch that you’ve got, we don’t see a lot. You’ve got a case of The Dreams.

Oh no, The Dreams? What does that mean? Am I a goner for sure?

What do I do? I haven’t a clue. Doc, is there even a cure?

Think of this thing that’s making you dream, the same thing that’s makin’ you twitch

Then do that thing, dream that dream and be sure to scratch that itch

Hey! Dreams Come True

Dreams can come differently

In all sorts of sorts

Some seem tall and lofty

And others come up short

Dreams can come from inside

In all kinds of kinds

Some come in your heart

Others come in your mind

Dreams can come from outside

In all ways of ways

Some carried in bags by birds

Others pulled by sleighs

Dreams can come while you sleep

In all types of types

Some come with spots

Others come with stripes

Dreams can come if you love

In all forms of forms

Some come completely alone

And some come in swarms

Dreams can come floating by

In all styles of styles

Some down the Mississippi

And others up the Nile

Dreams can come differently

To me and to you

But as long as we believe…

Our dreams can come true!

Hey! Don’t Act Your Age

Hey! Don’t Act Your Age

You could wear big, clown shoes, and juggle like a giant clown,

Or you could wear disco ball shoes, and dance all around town,

You could choose gator boots and cruise through puddles and ponds,

Or you could choose magic shoes, fly on a broom and little broom wands,

You might fancy mountain spikes to climb the Tallest Peak

Or you might fancy no shoes at all to surf any wave you seek

How about policeman shoes-with-shoes to chase down a fleeing crook

Or how about socks as shoes to snuggle up with a book

Why not try hover shoes and spend your days out travelin’

Or why not try new-sport shoes and invent the Rainbow Javelin

You could choose a million shoes and do a million things

And you could go a million places and meet a million kings

But wherever you decide to go and whatever you decide to do

Don’t act your age, my friend. Act the size of your shoe

Hey! Follow Your Dreams

Here comes the Dream Bus, cruisin’ up the street

Better wave it down, jump in and take a seat,

Put on your dreamin’ shoes and pack a bag full of laughter

Prepare for the unknown and get ready for ever after

You’re going to need a seatbelt cause it will be a wild ride,

The Dream Bus will take you out there, to places far and places wide

You will hit bumps and make turns, you’ll speed up and slow down,

You will remember the road behind, but look forward to the next town,

Don’t be scared of the cliffs and don’t look over the ledge

The Dream Bus might seem out of control, but it’s just driving on the edge 

You’re on your way to do it, whatever it is you love most

You’re not doing it for the money, and you’re not doing it to boast  

So when the road gets bumpy and a little bit too rough

Remember you are on The Dream Bus and dreamin’ can be tough

But know that it is worth it, no matter how hard it seems

Cause nothing makes you happy like followin’ your dreams

Superman Ice Cream

Superman is super,
Super-er than any man,
He is stronger than all the rest
And can fly like no other can

But superman has one thing
That makes him the best it would seem
superman has his very own flavor
The flavor of superman ice cream