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Hi folks! This is our final episode before taking an extended leave of absence. Thank you for listening! We will be back with more poems, songs, and short humor at a later date. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy this bit of nonsense verse set to music: "Well, it was nine o'clock at midnight in the early afternoon / And I was picking all the daisies in the meadow on the moon ..."
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I was hanging around down by the waterfront the other day ... keeping an eye on the harbor seals. Sometimes they leak, you know ...
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Here is another short poem for the kids: It's summer inside of my snow globe ...
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It started out as a biscuits and gravy kind of a morning down at Elmer's Cafe ...
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This week's episode is an ever so slightly spooky song about an old growth forest, a crooked beak, and a pair of yellow eyes ...
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Here is a poem for the younger folks: Have you ever been to the old oak grove, When the autumn leaves are turning red? ...
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My friend Jimy Fingerbutton once invented a new kind of dishwarsher. At least, I thought it was a dishwarsher. It looked just like an old-fashoned dishwarsher ...
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Here's a little ditty about how we make the seasons, and why sometimes they get just a tiny bit mixed up ...
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You know the seasons are turning when you wake up with frost in your beard ...
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This bit of nonsense verse is inspired by the Maori hangi - a traditional method of cooking which is still very popular in New Zealand and elsewhere ...
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Every day I find something new out here on Wild Side. Something I've never seen before. Something that makes me say to myself, “slow down! Stop being so observant! You don't want to be one of those folks that goes around saying 'now I've seen everything,' do you?” ...
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Here's a little song about apple season: I planted an apple in the springtime / I wanted an apple tree to grow ...
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I was poking around out on Wild Side the other day, keeping an eye out for blue shade trees ...
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This may be my best poem yet: "Far away, out beyond the Great Desert of Proom, Where the wind sweeps across the sharp sand like a broom ..."
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I once met an old-timer who lives out beyond the Wandering Hills, out there in the shadow of Gusty Ridge. The old-timer's name is Dale Hill. Dale broke his jaw 30 years ago and it never did set right, so now he talks with a limp ...
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Here's a little ditty in honor of county fair season ...
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This morning I was in the second-hand store, looking at all the second hands ... when a lady said to me, she said “beautiful day, isn't it?” I said “yes ma'am. What we have here is a genuine, slow-moving summer day!” ...
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Good morning everybody, this is Bill Melater, coming to you live from the beautiful city of Upper Case – Capitol of the Kingdom of Wonderstan and this year's home of the World Championships of Everything! ...
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My friend Bill O'Sale just opened a new retail store down at the corner of High Street and Low Road. I asked him what he's selling this time. He said “raincoats ...”
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The May bees were buzzing in April / The May bees are heard in July / The May bees will buzz in December / Imagine the things we could try! ...
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