| Early (and I mean REALLY early) Stuff |
| The Shower The stars shine bright All through the night. No clouds ever bar their way. But then one falls, And follow does all, And the meteors fall like rain. |
| The Dreamer "One o'clock and all is well", The young boy knew he was to yell. But one o'clock and all alone, The little boy wished he was gone. Off to dream in other lands. Off to play on other sands. 'Cause life can be happy, Though bitter and sweet, But dreams are the best, And a really big treat. |
| Changes I boy is born with childish dreams. To him they do not seem to be. The boy grows up, becomes a man, But now can't dream Like young boys can. A man grows old, and sometimes dim, But finds that he can dream again. |
| The Night of the Twisters The sky so dark The air so cold The wind, it howls, So strong, so bold. The night of the twisters is what I describe And if you lived through it, You should have some pride. For nothing else lived. No, all of it died The night of the twisters that few have survived. |