My Sister Had A Nursery Rhyme



Set Of Figurines



She'd Often Let Me Play With Them, I'd



Set 'em Up In Different Scenes



Fifty Plastic Army Men, Led By Superman



Destroyed The Ranks Of Mother Goose



Mary And Her Little



Lamb Slips Away And Catches



Sister Getting Real



And I Can Too, As Long As I Don't



Make A Sound




When We Were Real We Were In Love



With Everyone And Everything, I Guess It



Was The Beauty Of



Bluebird Clears His Throat Of Phlegm



And Static Singing Operatic




Evening Comes, And The Butterflies Are




Bats Eat The Spider That Had Saddled Up



Beside Her



And The Dish, His Lovin' Spoon Were



Never Found



And I'm Taking Flight Seeking Relief, The



Lure Of Handkercheif So White



I Chase It Straight Into The Ground