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Ready for Taken Off
Ready for Taken Off

Fly Me To the Moon

Hey Frances, I don't know about you but
I kinda need a break
Maybe a trip or something

Fly me to the moon
Let me play up there with those stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand


Surfin' USA

If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarache sandals too

The Great Lawn
The Great Lawn

How to Be Perfect

                                                                                         Everything is perfect, dear friend.




Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud, I can't understand
I get misty, just holding your hand
Walk my way, and a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello, that music I hear

The Park
The Park

Man and Dog

Who’s this—alone with stone and sky?
It’s only my old dog and I—
It’s only him; it’s only me;
Alone with stone and grass and tree.
What share we most—we two together?
Smells, and awareness of the weather.
What is it makes us more than dust?

Our Forest
Our Forest

Splendor in the Grass

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;

Cherry Hill Fountain
Cherry Hill Fountain

The Fountain

Into the sunshine,
    Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing,
    From morn till night!

Into the moonlight,
    Whiter than snow,
Waving so flower-like
    When the winds blow!

Afternoon Sun
Afternoon Sun

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,