Tarzan (A Song)
Deep in the jungle you can hear a yell
Over in the jungle an air plane fell
All the apes came gathered around
To come see this thing that fell to the ground
All inside, none survived
Until the apes heard an infant cry
Aug aug ooga no child for mama Toga
A child for you it fell from the blue
Now the apes they took it home
Mama ape Toga raised it on her own
It grew up, it didn’t take long
Now swinging from the trees it big and strong
Aug aug ooga no child for mama Toga
A child for you it fell from the blue
Some they say, call him Tarzan
Some say half ape, some say half man
Swinging tree to tree not wearing any briefs
Some they say a white chimpanzee
Aug aug ooga no child for mama Toga
A child for you it fell from the blue
Now deep in the jungle and I’ve heard it well
Not to far from where that air plane fell
Some they tried to hunt him but didn’t live to tell
He is the king of the jungle you can hear his yell
All inside, none survived
Until the apes heard an infant cry
Aug aug ooga no child for mama Toga
A child for you it fell from the blue.
poem by Bill Simmons
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You're Like a Child
You're an idiot, that's for sure
You'll never learn
You're a dumbass
That won't ever change
And through you have a grown man's body
Through you claim to be so very macho
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want for you to know is
You're like a child
You don't know what a job is
You don't wanna ever leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
Your constant clinging to my purse strings brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me to have to put up with you
I know you too damn well
And through you look like a grown man
Through you claim to be so very macho
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just time that you try to grow up
Stand on your own
Each and every single day you know
You're going to have to eventually move away
And through you look like a grown man
And through you claim to be ever so very macho
I know deep down
You're just scared
That through life you won't make it on your own
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You don't what a job is
You don't ever leave your mama's home
All I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
And crybaby all I want you to know is
You're like a child
You sit and waste away
You don't know what a job is
You don't ever wanna leave your mama's home
All I want for you to know is
(You're Like A Child-Parody of Nelly F's I'm Like A Bird/2007)
poem by Ramona Thompson
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God Bless This Child
Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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God Bless The Child
Billie holiday / arthur herzog jr.
Them thats got shall get
Them thats not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets dont ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Money, youve got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When youre gone, spending ends
They dont come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But dont take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
He just worry bout nothin
Cause hes got his own
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The Crys
Crys are various and many-to list, it would go like this: -
The cry of a newborn just come from Heaven
The cry of the mother's joy knowing her child is born well
She holds her child to her breast to let it know that she loves the child
The cry of the father's joy holding the child in his arms
The father kissing the child on its forehead so the child can feel its father
The cry of the wolf in the woods gathering the pack together
The bleat of a mother sheep after giving birth to her child
The cry of a young boy who fell on the ice while ice skating
He had hurt himself quite badly
The cry of a little girl who fell and scraped her knee
Of all the crys in the world these are just a few
April 25,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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The angels of sleep
Asleep the child fell
When night cast its spell;
The angels came near
With laughter and cheer.
Her watch at its waking the mother was keeping:
'How sweet, my dear child, was your smile now while sleeping!'
To God mother went,
From home it was rent;
Asleep the child fell
'Neath tears' troublous spell.
But soon it heard laughter and mother-words tender;
The angels brought dreams full of childhood's rare splendor.
It grew with the years,
Till gone were the tears;
Asleep the child fell,
While thoughts cast their spell.
But faithful the angels their vigils were keeping,
The thoughts took and whispered: 'Have peace now, while sleeping!'
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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American Child
I was ten, I was thin,
I was playing first base
With a secondhand glove
And dirt on my face
In nowhere, Virginia
Who'd ever figure that kid in the yard
Would go very far
It was 419 Lakewood ,
had no silverspoons
Just an old beat up upright
that played out of tune
Now I'm singin' and living the life that I love
And when I count my blessings
I thank God I was an American child
An American child
'Cause dreams can grow wild
Born inside an American child
Seven pounds, three ounces,
She's got my nose
And she's into my heart as deep as it goes
With a promise that's more
Than just someone's last name
Anyone's equal, in late August came
An American child
An American child
'Cause dreams can grow wild
Born inside an American child
My grandfather would have been eighty today
But in '45 he fell down beside
An American child
An American child
Oh, an American child
'Cause dreams can grow wild born inside
An American child
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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God Bless The Child
Written by Billie Holiday
Then that's got shall get,
them that's not shall loose,
so the Bible said and it still is news.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Well the strong gets more,
while the weak ones fade,
empty pokets don't ever make the grade.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Money, you've got lots of friends
crowding round your door
when it's gone and spending ends
they don't come round no more
Rich relations give
crusts of bread and such
you can help yourself
but don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Street Theory
Come on out child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
Come on out child, child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
Lord, were bound to have some fun
We can take a plane to paris
Lord, we can fly to rome
We can take a plane to paris
Lord, we can fly to rome
I get a lump in my throat every time I go back home
Im gonna go to church on sunday
Just like my mama did
Im gonna go to church on sunday
Just like my mama did
We gonna put everything up front
cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in
We gonna put everything up front
cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in
Im gonna go to church on sunday
Just like my mama did
Im gonna go to church on sunday
Just like my mama did
We gonna put everything up front
cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in
We gonna put everything up front
cause theres nothing that we wanna keep in
Come on out child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
Come on out child, child
We gonna ring doorbells and run
We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
Lord, were bound to have some fun
We gonna shake up the neighbourhood
Lord, were bound to have some fun
Come on out child
Come on out child, child
Come on out, come on out, come on out child
Come on out child
Come on out child, child
Come on out child, child
Come on out child
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Society is gawky
Our sensitivity, deeply infused, betrayed
a cosmos deposition mild upon the asphalt,
twas our child of knowledge that swayed,
and from thine arms fell oblong, by fault.
Our child vertically fell, down the Kawasaki,
and broke a leg wickedly, society is gawky!
I did not blame thee, for being offhanded,
as thy left hand held a slice of hot pizza,
munched; holding our child single-handed,
O; a dismal pizza man was an evil creature.
Inactive was my brain because that slice,
was the only one left from a large special,
after two six-packs I burp in grim demise,
as of thy Cosmos I am a mere terrestrial;
Our child vertically fell, down the Kawasaki,
and broke a leg wickedly, society is gawky!
That pizza tantalized thus, my taste buds;
as on the saddle I hit fast, three hundred,
it was destiny to cry over Milwaukee suds,
our child vertically fell, an' Ninja-stranded.
Our child vertically fell, down the Kawasaki,
and broke a leg wickedly, society is gawky!
Our child vertically fell, down the Kawasaki,
and broke a leg wickedly, society is gawky!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Pumping Water At The Old Well....
since there is no electricity
you pump water from the well,
it is still dark, and the chickens are still on the trees,
you sweat it out so you can have water in this village
memories keep flashing scene by scene
when you were once a young boy doing errands for mama
when you were ordered to take the morning bath
but you simply ignored it and climbed instead the balimbing tree
the branch gave way and there you fell
mama was hysterical as you lost consciousness
your memory stopped right there and then
you were always a disobedient boy and now a man
it seems that there is still no difference to speak of
and you remember someone wise enough to say that the child has always been the father of man
you pump more water and now you know what this really means.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Monday's Child is Ill
Monday's child is ill, I'm told.
Tuesday's child has caught a cold.
Wednesday's child is down with the flu.
Thursday's child is feeling blue.
Friday's child can't eat any food.
Saturday's child is in a foul mood.
And the child that's born on the seventh day
Is the only child that feels okay.
poem by Bruce Larkin
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A Mother
How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is conceived nine months in the womb
the child that is cradled at daytime,
night time until dawn?
How can a mother forget her child?
How can a mother forget her child
the child who after the flow of months
has learned to stand and run?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue,
the child who after a year or two can say,
'Mama, I love you'?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind,
the child that reveals the mystery of creation,
the beauty of growth and human interaction.
the infinity of our own universe
within its finite linear time?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Child Within
She loved the man
Who stayed the night
That made the child
Lord it seemed so right
Her mamma cried
And her daddy swore
It nearly broke her heart
She needed so much more
Life begin oh child within
Life begin a child within
Who can say
Why lovers part
Shell always keep a place for him
Inside her heart
He writes a bit
And people seem sincere
But she wished theyd call it more than
Just a souvenir
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
She fell in love
Was that a crime
Shes not a bad girl
But you know it happens all the time
You give yourself
To the one you love
Tomorrow heartbreak
You never dream of
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
Life begin a child within
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Got To Know The Woman
I just met a woman on my way home
She just blew my mind
My heart was a-pumpin
I mean all the way home
Got to know the woman
Whoa I got to know the woman
I love the way you move
You make-a make me feel like a man
(you know you make me make me feel like a man)
Love the way youre lookin
You look like you like it, too
(you know you look like you like it, too)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
If you feel the feel I feel
Haha you dig the feel of me
(you know you look like you dig feelin me)
Love the way you feel dear
Ah, you make a make a man out of me
(you make you make a man out of me)
Come on
Come on come on and do the chicken
I mean ah ha ha ha ha ha
Baby, Im gonna tell you somethin right now
You got so much soul you blow my mind
Oh baby
Theres just one thing I want to say
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(oh yeah! yeah!)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Mama Said
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time make your plan
Mama said son be your own best man
Mama said play it straight do what you like only do it up right
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Mama didnt have that know-it-all-way
She lived by the book and she prayed every day
Never was a time when a rhythm or rhyme
Or the words of a song ever slipped her mind
Mama said go out there play at the game and you better play it fair
Make sure your song get sung
Mama said honey be your own big gun
Mama didnt care when I never came home
She learned how to cope with the end of the phone
Dad went away to his place in the sky
Mum said son he was a real good guy
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Mama didnt have that know-it-all-way
She lived by the book and she prayed every day
Never was a time when a rhythm or rhyme
Or the words of a song ever slipped her mind
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time make your plan
Mama said son be your own best man
Mama said go out there play at the game and you better play it fair
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Jungletime
Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Jungle time, time for the fight and it's time for the fury.
Jungle time, settin' it right and then takin' the glory,
Jungle time, rumble time,
baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Strut your stuff, lay it all out like you don't care who knows it.
Strut your stuff, you keep your cool while the other guy blows it.
Strut your stuff, hangin' tough.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm walkin' proud, me and the boys got a date with the angels.
Walkin' proud, we and them boys ain't exactly like strangers.
Walkin' proud, talkin' proud.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm checkin' out, this ain't my style it it ain't my persuasion.
Checkin' out, guess I ain't built for this kind of occasion.
Checkin' out, steppin' out.
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama.
Jungle time, rough, tough, tumble time.
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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About Mama and Papa on Those Crucial Times...
the last day was crucial
it was excruciating,
i saw papa kicked mama
and mama fell down the
path
she was moving out from home
she could not take him anymore
everything was over
practically, , ,
the dogs barked
hating papa
they perhaps thought
he was a total stranger in
his own house
and they do not recognize
him as their
master anymore...
i walked away from home
on that crucial day
i did not want to know
what happened after
i heard papa died in
all pain
you told me that there was
that inevitable conclusion
that papa never loved mama
despite their five children
and 50 years...
i never believed you
i decided never to believe you
i believed that face in the mirror
half is papa's
the other half is mama's
how can there be two of them in me
if they never really loved each other?
they were sick and tired
those were the reasons
they forgot
that was the cause...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mama Tried
(merle haggard)
First thing I remember knowin
Was a lonesome whistle blowin
And a young ones dream of growin up to ride
On a freight train leavin town
Not knowin where Im bound
No one could steer me right
But mama tried
One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know what lay in store
In spite of all my sunday learnin
Toward the bad I kept on turnin
Till mama couldnt hold me anymore
And I turned twenty-one in prison
Doin life without parole
No one could steer me right
But mama tried mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better
But her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame
cause mama tried
And then there was another man from texas.
My mama and daddy used to drive for
Miles and miles just to listen to him sing.
I remember mama used to tell me.
Shed say reba hes got the best voice Ive ever heard
And then later on when I got to go and listen to him sing,
Id sit there all night long and wait for
Ray price to sing the blues.
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Mother's Kisses
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is!
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama will kiss him the pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
Once an angel fair and calm,
Brewed a wondrous soothing balm
From the sweet immortal flowers,
Growing in the heavenly bowers,
Then the mothers of the earth,
All were called and told its worth.
'But anoint your lips with this,'
Said the angel, 'and your kiss
Shall have magic in its touch.'
Now 'tis plain to see why such
Soothing balm for bruise or wound
In a mother's kiss is found.
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,
Mama will kiss him, and make him well,
Oh! what a miracle this is.
Baby was running and stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe, stubbed his toe,
If mama kisses him, pain will go-
Magical mother's kisses.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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My Mama, My Lovely Mother
When at infancy, I wee inside her food
She never stop eating
my mama, my lovely mother
When am ill and sad, healthy and happy,
She keep praying for me
my mama, my lovely mother
When I started crawling,
Tears of affection made her eyes heavy
my mama, my lovely mother
When I walk, her fear increases,
That I might go the wrong way
and get hurt
my mama, my lovely mother
When she look at me,
Her gaze always ask me,
How are you my child
my mama, my lovely mother
When am sick, it brings out
The doctor in her
my mama, my lovely mother
I never grow old for her tender love,
Oh! God bless my mother and make
Her proud of me
my mama, my lovely mother
poem by Michael Odor
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