Author: D.C. Butterfield

Modern Mother Goose II Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard Her doggy, from hunger, near prone She was no bluffer, that Banker would suffer For refusing her loan for a bone, Humpty-Dumpty subpoenaed them all For “malice aforethought” They should have known that he would fall And the destruction...

Pussy-Willow Where the south sun shines And starts the melt And plays its warming rays And bonny breezes billow, Where tufts of grass are greening And insects strive to stir An early fly will stretch and lie On a neat and natural pillow, Where I am pleasantly reminded Why’th...

Love’s Smile Love can be a song You sing to let you in It can lead you into romance It can lead you into sin, Love can be clear ecstasy If you always put it first The sweetest, fullest taste of wine That quenches nature’s thirst, Love can be...

Carousel Time’s your ticket And life’s your chance On a carousel Where the ponies prance, A merry-go-round At ‘Livings Fair’ White-horse of wisdom Dark-horse of despair, An indigo bridle Let’s you do as you dare A stampeding stallion A mild-mannered mare, A Blue-horse called love A Gray-horse called age...

Ode To My Molly All I have left is a collar And a well worn metal dog-tag I don’t have my beautiful doggy With the tail I used to make wag, But I know I always can find her In the mirror of my mind And when I’m tramping...

If And If Though it’s early in the New Year They’re already after tax Though my “bottom line” is zero And my Cards are at their max, My T4 will tell the terrible truth I just didn’t earn enough For champagne taste and caviar Instead of budgeting for stuff,...

Best Wishes To You It’s January And Christmas is done I’d say overall We had a good run, It’s twenty below And I’ve got the chills Not from the cold But from all of the bills, Time to pay for ‘the Spirit’ We all hold so dear All of...

Loaves And Fishes She’s my four-leaf clover My loving lucky-charm The mad-stone bracelet that I wear For fortune on my arm, She’s my lovely Lady Luck My recipe for success My “number” and my “color” My “loaves and fishes” to excess, She’s my “Open Sesame!” My red enchanted cap...

Rocking Chair Rocking chair, rocking chair How do you do You rock me and rest me Relaxing me too, Your runners relieve me With their just perfect curve Their motion, like lotion Renewing my vim, reviving my verve, Soft, suave, and smooth To appease and to soothe The absolute...

Out My Window I look out my window And what do I see A dear doe deer Neath my aged apple tree, A crowd of crows cawing That I don’t consider noise Their way of warring words Lending nature a voice, A ‘V’ of geese gliding On a migration...