THE HIDING REMOTE by Russ McKay
He’ll never ever find me here I’m crammed way down into the rear With sofa pillows all over me He’ll look and look and never see Even his hand can’t reach this deep Staying hidden I can keep… From getting poked and squeezed and thrown Those hard landings make me moan I don’t mind staying […]
BIRDS ON A WIRE by Russ McKay
If the weather forecast is for rain Birds will do this again and again They all gather to sit in a row When the sun disappears and the clouds get low I guess birds don’t like flying in the rain Flapping wet feathers must be a pain Sitting on a wire in the rain is […]
