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dads retirement
The big day's here, no more alarm clock's chime
Dad's retirement starts today, it's party time
Retirement starts today, the grind is in the past
Nine to five routine moving slow, moving fast
First thing in the morning, before a single word
Coffee before conversation, that's the rule, always heard
Quiet steam rising from the favorite mug
Giving the morning a comfortable hug
Kick back now, Dad, you've earned this scene
Living the good life, peaceful and serene
Time to relax, let the world go by
Under the warmth of the clear blue sky
Now the afternoons are yours to command
With a trowel in hand, working the land
Dad loves the garden, watching the green things grow
From tiny little seeds to a vibrant show
Tomatoes red and flowers in bloom
Chasing away any sign of gloom
This new chapter's sweet, turn the page
Written in sunshine, not in a cage
Kick back now, Dad, you've earned this scene
Living the good life, peaceful and serene
Time to relax, let the world go by
Under the warmth of the clear blue sky
roast for sam
La la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la.
La la la la la.
Yo, Sam in the crib, it's a scene.
Tryna pick a movie, takes hours, know what I mean?
Scrollin' through titles, stuck on the screen.
While the popcorn gets cold, it's a tragic routine.
Takes forever to pick a movie.
Then he calls that cereal cooking, a culinary dream.
Milk and sugar, no stove, a breakfast scheme.
Calls cereal cooking.
Always huntin' for the remote, a common theme.
Lost in the couch, like a wild, fleeting gleam.
Always loses the remote.
Sam's world, a comedy show.
Movie night chaos, movin' real slow.
Cereal chef with no heat to bestow.
Remote control? Yeah, it's always a nogo.
La la la la la la la la.
We queue up Netflix, ready to press play.
But Sam's indecision gets in the way.
Action or romance? He can't ever say.
We're gettin' old waitin' for the end of the day.
Then he's in the kitchen, a selfproclaimed cook.
Just pourin' some Froot Loops, givin' it a look.
Call it a masterpiece, straight from the book.
While the remote's vanished to a hidden nook.
La la la la la la la la.
first christmas
Alex, yeah, da da da da da da, yeah, yeah, Alex.
Let the winter rhythm start,
A little bit of music with a whole lot of heart.
It's our first Christmas, let the chorus ring,
A simple little phrase with a lot to sing.
A tiny tree with a great big beat,
A little holiday rhythm for our tapping feet.
Matching socks, put the record on,
Keep that cozy Christmas chorus moving along.
Alex, Alex, let the good vibes glow,
Turn the bass up gently, let the rhythm flow.
Our little Christmas rhyme, our little holiday song,
Find a place inside the beat and sing along.
A tiny tree can hold a big refrain,
Let the hook come round, then bring it back again.
No grand story, no borrowed memory,
Just our first Christmas and a tiny tree.
Matching socks, that's a line to keep,
Let the drums roll soft and the bass run deep.
Alex, here's the chorus, here comes the rhyme,
A little gift of music for this Christmas time.
Alex, Alex, let the good vibes glow,
Turn the bass up gently, let the rhythm flow.
Our little Christmas rhyme, our little holiday song,
Find a place inside the beat and sing along.
Our first Christmas, one more time,
Alex, let the music carry every rhyme.
A tiny tree, a gentle beat,
Matching socks and a song to keep.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, Alex, Alex, Alex, yeah, Alex.
biscuit the dog
Biscuit, Biscuit, this is your track,
Turn that little puppy anthem up and bring it back.
Biscuit steals the warm spot, what a cozy plot,
A tiny little legend in a very warm spot.
barks at the vacuum, what a noisy tune,
Let the drums bark back and make a little room.
dreams of treats, put that on repeat,
A dog-sized chorus with a big-time beat.
Biscuit on the beat, Biscuit on the track,
Who's got the warm spot? Better bring it back.
Treats in the dream and a bark in the rhyme,
Biscuit, this is your very own theme-song time.
No fancy story, just three things we know,
Put them in a rhythm and let that rhythm go.
steals the warm spot, that's a line worth keeping,
A cozy little chorus for a dog to dream in.
barks at the vacuum, let the rhyme ring clear,
Here's a silly little beat for everybody here.
dreams of treats, now the hook repeats,
Biscuit, take a bow on these puppy-sized beats.
Biscuit on the beat, Biscuit on the track,
Who's got the warm spot? Better bring it back.
Treats in the dream and a bark in the rhyme,
Biscuit, this is your very own theme-song time.
Biscuit, Biscuit, one more round,
A little dog anthem with a great big sound.
Warm spot, vacuum, treats on repeat,
That's the whole story, now enjoy the beat.
water cycle
Yo, listen up class, let's talk 'bout the flow
How water moves in a continuous show
From oceans to sky, it's a natural art
First up is evaporation, that's where it will start
Liquid to vapor, heat makes it ascend
Rising up high where the cool breezes blend
It's the cycle of water, never gonna cease
Bringing life to the world, bringing nature peace
From the ground to the clouds in a liquid release
The story of water, let the knowledge increase
Next is condensation when the vapor gets cold
Forming those clouds with a story untold
Tiny droplets clinging, a sight to behold
Gathering moisture as the atmospheres fold
Then comes precipitation when the clouds can't hold more
Rain, snow, or sleet falling to the floor
Back to the earth to begin the encore
The cycle continues forevermore
It's the cycle of water, never gonna cease
Bringing life to the world, bringing nature peace
From the ground to the clouds in a liquid release
The story of water, let the knowledge increase
