they might be giants

Here on fibber island
We strum rubber guitars
Our friends live on mars
And we sew buttons on our cars

Here on fibber island
Our house is made of pie
Our dog is two miles wide
And all he talks about is pie

Here on fibber island
We swim on the ground
Wheels are square not round
We eat chocolate by the pound

Here on fibber island (here on fibber island)
No one sings along (no one sings along)
We just ride giraffes (we just ride giraffes)
And wear bicycles for hats (and wear bicycles for hats)

To get to fibber island
You just close your eyes
Start fibbing in your mind
And see what you can find

Here on fibber island
We hide mittens in our hair
You might need to stare
To see the mittens in our hair

Come to fibber island
And strum rubber guitars
Meet our friends from mars
And sew buttons on our cars

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Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln

The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke

some fairly sordid tales, rambles, and anecdotes
Hypothetically Speaking * Something More * Cammy Interrupted * An Experimental Vacation * Masked * so..damn..hot * Thank You * My toy, his idea * no.19 Maple Lane * I Have A Surprise For You * Yesterday * In a Quiet Kitchen * help me decide * untitled prose * more untitled prose