Hi folks! This is our final episode before taking an extended leave of absence. Thank you for listening! We will be back with more poems, songs, and short humor at a later date. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy this bit of nonsense verse set to music: "Well, it was nine o'clock at midnight in the early afternoon / And I was picking all the daisies in the meadow on the moon ..."

I was hanging around down by the waterfront the other day ... keeping an eye on the harbor seals. Sometimes they leak, you know ...

Here is another short poem for the kids: It's summer inside of my snow globe ...

It started out as a biscuits and gravy kind of a morning down at Elmer's Cafe ...

This week's episode is an ever so slightly spooky song about an old growth forest, a crooked beak, and a pair of yellow eyes ...

Here is a poem for the younger folks: Have you ever been to the old oak grove, When the autumn leaves are turning red? ...

My friend Jimy Fingerbutton once invented a new kind of dishwarsher. At least, I thought it was a dishwarsher. It looked just like an old-fashoned dishwarsher ...

Here's a little ditty about how we make the seasons, and why sometimes they get just a tiny bit mixed up ...

You know the seasons are turning when you wake up with frost in your beard ...

This bit of nonsense verse is inspired by the Maori hangi - a traditional method of cooking which is still very popular in New Zealand and elsewhere ...