You Begin
Margaret Atwood
You begin this way:
This is your hand
This is your eye,
This a fish, blue and flat
On the paper, almost
The shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an o
Or a moon, whichever
You like. This is Yellow.
Outside the window
Is the rain, green
Because it is the summer, and beyond that
The trees and then the world;
Which is round and has only
The colors of these nine crayons.
This is the world, which fuller
And more difficult to learn than I have said.
You are right to smudge it that way
With the red and then the orange; the world burns.
Once you have learned these words
You will learn that there are more
Words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
Your hand to this table,
Your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words.
This is your hand, these are my hands, this
Is the world, which is round but not
Flat and has more colors than
We can see.
It begins, it has an end,
This is what you will
Come back to, this is your hand
Margaret Atwood
You begin this way:
This is your hand
This is your eye,
This a fish, blue and flat
On the paper, almost
The shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an o
Or a moon, whichever
You like. This is Yellow.
Outside the window
Is the rain, green
Because it is the summer, and beyond that
The trees and then the world;
Which is round and has only
The colors of these nine crayons.
This is the world, which fuller
And more difficult to learn than I have said.
You are right to smudge it that way
With the red and then the orange; the world burns.
Once you have learned these words
You will learn that there are more
Words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
Your hand to this table,
Your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words.
This is your hand, these are my hands, this
Is the world, which is round but not
Flat and has more colors than
We can see.
It begins, it has an end,
This is what you will
Come back to, this is your hand
Stephen Lynch - Jim Henson's Dead
Pokemon's a silly phase
Barney's now just purple haze
The Power Rangers lost their will to fight
Yeah the pigs in space, they rule the sky
And Oscar's still a grouchy guy
And Animal is looking dyno-mite
Oh Jim Henson's dead and gone
But his muppets will live on
And Kermit's still hot, 'cause it's still not
Easy being, green
Bert is mad 'cause Ernie can't hear
With a banana in his ear
They must learn how to cooperate
Yeah The Count is counting One Two Three
And no one laughs at poor Fozzie
And Scooter's pissed 'cause Rowlf is always late
Oh Jim Henson's dead and gone
But his muppets will live on
And Kermit's still hot, 'cause it's still not
Easy being 1 2 3 4 5, 6 7 8 9 10, 11, 12
Now Miss Piggy's just a big slab of pork
To the Swedish Chef who says "Mmm, bork bork bork"
And Cookie Monster wants another, bite
Yeah and Big Bird well he just can't see
Why the two old guys in the balcony
Think Snufalufagus is out of, site
Oh Jim Henson's dead and gone
But his muppets will live on
And Kermit's still hot, 'cause it's still not
Easy being, green
Oh Jim Henson's dead and gone
But his muppets will live on
And Kermit's still hot, 'cause it's still not
Easy being, green
Easy being green, no
Later
J