I Will Not Play At Tug O'

Did You Hear 'bout Ticklish Tom? He Got Tickled By His Mom. Wiggled And Giggled And Fell On The Floor, . . . . And All The More That He Kept Gigglin', All The More Folks Kept Ticklin'. He Shrieked And Screamed And Rolled Around, Laughed His Way Right Out Of Town. Through The Country Down The Road, He Got Tickled By A Toad. . . . . Giggling, Rolling On His Back He Rolled On The Railroad Track. Rumble, Rumble, Whistle, Roar- Tom Ain't Ticklish Any More.

When I Am Gone What Will You Do? Who Will Write And Draw For You? Someone Smarter--someone New? Someone Better--maybe You!

Why Can't You See I'm A Kid', Said The Kid. Why Try To Make Me Like You? Why Are You Hurt When I Don't Cuddle? Why Do You Sigh When I Splash Through A Puddle? Why Do You Scream When I Do What I Did? Im A Kid.

Don't Be Dependent On Anyone Else. I Want To Go Everywhere, Look At, And Listen To Everything. You Can Go Crazy With Some Of The Wonderful Stuff There Is In Life.

Oh The Thumb-sucker's Thumb May Look Wrinkled And Wet And Withered, And White As The Snow, But The Taste Of A Thumb Is The Sweetest Taste Yet (as Only We Thumb-sucker's Know).