MforLM

If I was a red caboo-sus, I'd move to massachusets, where I'd become the leader of the trains. And coming round the bend, you wouldn't see me on the end, but in the front with steam in my veins.
If I was a blue trombone, I'd ask you to leave me alone, untill you could play the perfect note.
,,. rough.

Hey Mr. Wood Pecker!
How is it that you,
don't lose your balance,
don't lose your virtue?

Hey Mr. Wood Pecker!
How can you not,
break all your innards,
with that racket you got?

How is it,
that you don't lose your head?