VARIETY

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC IS SOFTLY PLAYED

TO SET THE RYTHM OF A BUTTERFLY PARADE

IT'S THE MUSIC OF SPRING, THE GLORIOUS SEASON

THE TIME WHEN LOVE DEMANDS NO REASON

YES IT'S A MUTED LOVER'S MELODY

THE TRUMPET OF THE SWAN AS HE SOUNDS HIS PLEA

WHAT ARE THE INSTRUMENTS ONE CAN HEAR

WHEN WIND CARESSES NATURE WITH ITS' BREATH SO CLEAR?

C.K.R.

1962

I SAILED OUT ON THE OCEAN

THE OCEAN GRAND AND BLUE

THE ONLY THOUGHT I HAD

WAS THE THOUGHT I HAD OF YOU

C.K.R.

1962

I HAD A POLYDACTYL CAT

IT CAUGHT A THREE TOED RAT

THE RAT SAT

THE CAT SPAT

FAT CAT

C.K.R.

9/20/86

MULLBERRIES

ISN'T IT NEAT WHAT CREATURES EAT

AND THE MANNER IN WHICH THEY DO IT

THEY CRAWL OR WALK OR CLIMB OR FLY

AND DON'T CARE WHERE THEY POO IT

OATS AND GRASS AND VARIOUS BERRIES

IN MANY A WONDERFUL HUE

THEY SPREAD THEIR CHEEKS AND TAKE THEIR LEAKS

AND DUMP THEIR LOADS IN BLUE

C.K.R. 9/20/86

SOFT IS A WORD

SOFT IS A THOUGHT

SOFT IS A PILLOW

OF THAT I'M SURE

BUT WE ALL KNOW THERE IS

NOTHING AS SOFT AS THE SOFT

OF A SOFT KITTY PURR C. K . R. 2/16/89