I live in such a boring town
where there's never something strange
If you looked up into the sky
you'd see pigs all flying planes.

The cats down the street are lazy,
all they do is sit and talk
and the dogs are hardly better
when they take their owners on a walk

And the stores 'round here are boring too:
there's Smithy's Magic Locks,
a restaurant run by spotted owls,
and Bertha's Dancing Rocks

Dear Blog-Blog readers,

The snow is falling and is deep
I sit and sigh as I watch TV
A bunch of reruns that I've seen before
I lean back on my pillow and hear myself snore

I look back at the Christmas Tree
Wondering what my presents will be
But Christmas doesn't feel like it's coming
Though it's only a few days away.

It feels like winter will never end
That new shows will never come on
That through the dull hours
Christmas won't come.