I LIKE IT OUT HERE WHEN THE SUN GETS ALL SOFT

I like it out here when the sun gets all soft and the red terracotta things on the roof glow a little and the cheeping of the birds is inquisitive. They ask me, "Richie, do you want some corn on the cob? Is that what you want? We aren't going to go and get you any either way, but we are interested in what you want. You fascinate us." And I say, "I'm not surprised, Birds, I am pretty fascinating. What with my furry slippers and lolling about".

SHE HAD REAL TIGHT WHITE CAPRIS

She had real tight white capris and dad, her hips was swingin so much she had to stand in the middle of the road so those hips didn't knock down buildings on either side. She was strutting right down the middle of the street, cars slowing down and speeding up to slalom past just at the moment when her hips was swung them other ways. A couple didn't judge it quite right and got cleaned up, just sent flying.

GOLEN FLEECED GEESE

Golden fleeced geese fly through the sky with rain pelting down on them, it hit's them in the eye and hail cracks on their skulls and lighting threatens to burn their lovely feathers a crispy black but they persevere because they are tough geese and they have the secrets to the secret potion that will save us all inside them, they have memorised it in a special sequence of morse code quacks, each one has a piece of the puzzle inside their goosey brain.

DRIFTING OVER THE TOP OF THESE MOUNTAINS

Drifting over the top of these mountains made of green emerald crystal rubies, I saw myself reflected and was shocked to finf that I had a great big viulture neck and a vulture, beak. of course, the rest of me was still a pig, or at least looked like a pig, but now that i was finally flying but part of me was a vulture would this mess up the bets people had about doing things when pigs fly?

SOME YEARS AGO I WAS A BIG BUSINESS TYCOON

Some years ago I was a big business tycoon and I was floating in a hot air balloon. I sudden;y decided I was tired of this life and I would rather be a bird, so I leapt out of the balloons basket and transformed into a robin. I enjoyed the feeling of flying, the hardness of the spines in my feather, the great sharpness of the vision in my beady eyes, and then swooped down toward Los Angeles to join the vocal group I had heard so much about.

GIGOLO AND GIGOLETTE

Gigolo and Gigolette each stumble through the fog, calling out to each other, but they can see nothing. They grab with their hands, finding fur coats and fence posts, stray dogs and lamp posts, hubcaps and full moons and werewolves, but never each other. It's tough being a gigolo with no gigolette to hold at the close of the night.

THE MAN ON THE RECORD TOLD ME

The man on the record told me that the price of everything was on a downturn and now was a good time to fall in love and have someone to cook my egg and bacon, but I like to cook my own and egg and bacon, and i look to cook my someone eggs and bacon too, hearing that sizzle and the bubble oh it's nice, and when i get all ready and tabascoed up and she's sitting in bed expectantly with her big eyes all moony, oh it's a morning joy