Oooooooooooooh,

If my lips just left my mouth,
packed their bags and headed south
that'd be too bad.
I'd be so sad.

If my lips said adios!
I don't like you
I think you're gross
that'd be to bad
I might get mad.

If my lips said Toodlooth!
just walked right out and took my tooth
that'd be too bad
I'd call my dad.

When I was just two years old
I left my lips out in the cold
and they turned blue
what could I do?

the day I got my first tooth
I had to kiss my great aunt Ruth
she had a beard
and it felt wierd.

Ten days after i turned eight
I got my lips stuck in a gate!
my friends all laughed.
And I just stood there until the fire department got there and broke the lock and I had to spend weeks in a lip rehab with this guy named Charles who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn't even talk to each other until the fifth week because our lips were so swollen and even then we couldn't talk to each other because he only spoke Polish and I only knew like, three words in Polish but now I know four because he taught me the word for lip: Housta!

Or something like that. Larry the Cucumber.^