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Gerbil, Gerbil, On the Run

Gerbil, gerbil, on the run
in your wheel, that looks like fun.
You must be in awesome shape.
Are you trying to escape?

Is that why you dug a hole?
Where'd you get that vaulting pole?
That looks like my grappling hook.
Give me back that rope you took.

Tell me what that ladder's for.
Why's that hacksaw on the floor?
Are those cable cutters there?
Do I see a signal flare?

Crowbar, blowtorch, chainsaw too?
What do you expect to do?
How'd you get that fuse to light?
Hey! That looks like dynamite!

Quick! Get out! It might explode!
Scram! Skedaddle! Hit the road!
Man, I'll miss you. You were fun.
Gerbil, gerbil, on the run.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Bouncing Off the Windows

I'm bouncing off the windows.
I'm bouncing off the walls.
I'm feeling like my feet are made
of bouncing rubber balls.

I'm running like I'm crazy.
I'm running like I'm mad.
I might seem like a lunatic
but, boy, I'm feeling glad.

I'm jumping like a kangaroo
or like a jumping bean.
I act this way at least a week
right after Halloween.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Ancient

He's older than the oldest man
that anyone has ever known.
He's older than the Internet;
he's older than the telephone.
He's older than the printed word,
the ancient Greeks, the dodo bird.
He's older than the pyramids
and prehistoric hominids.
He's older than the dinosaurs,
the earth, the sun, the moon and stars.
He's old as mud, he's old as dust;
he's wrinkled up and turned to rust.
He's musty, crusty, stinky, dirty.
Simply put, Dad's turning thirty.

--Kenn Nesbitt
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