Off the Ground
Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground
Out of their coats They slipped right soon,
And neat and nicesome Put each his shoon
One—Two—Three
Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground
Out of their coats They slipped right soon,
And neat and nicesome Put each his shoon
One—Two—Three
First, her tippet made of tulle,easily lifted off her shoulders and laidon the back of a wooden chair
And her bonnet,the bow undone with a light forward pull
Then the long white dress, a morecomplicated matter with mother-of-pearlbuttons...
There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea,
There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide That calls enticingly;
The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon's bound,
And with wide sails set and eager ...
Behind him the hotdogs split and
On the public grills, and the ochreous salt flats,
Gas tanks, factory stacks- that
Of imperfections his bowels were part of-Rippled and pulsed in the glassy updraught
O ship incoming from the
With all your cloudy tower of sail,
Dashing the water to the lee,
And leaning grandly to the gale,
In the laid back California town of sunny San
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could ...