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School used to be science and math
English and home economics class
School used to be in a physical place
Now our screen is where I see teacher’s face
Zoom, zoom, our whole lives are zoom
Zoom, zoom, I want to leave my room
School used to be science and math
English and home economics class
School used to be in a physical place
Now our screen is where I see teacher’s face
Line partners holding hands in the hall
Hit in the face with a red dodge ball
School used to be a place we would go
Now my class froze cuz the internet’s slow
Zoom, zoom, our whole lives are zoom
Zoom, zoom, I want to leave my room
Why must we always stare at our screens
Someone please tell me what “synchronous” means
Our teacher can’t figure out how to unmute.
Wonder if anyone fed our class newt
Zoom, zoom, our whole lives are zoom
Zoom, zoom, I want to leave my room
Zoom, zoom, our whole lives are zoom
Zoom, zoom, I want to leave my room
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Mary Sawyer was a real girl
and really had a lamb
And that lamb followed her to school
Just like in the po-a-a-am.
John Roulstone was at the school
visiting that day
he saw the lamb, he wrote a poem,
and then went on his way
Who wrote Mary had a little lamb
John Roulstone or Sarah Hale
We’ll never know cuz they’re dead
Let’s play our guitars instead
Meanwhile in New Hampshire
there’s a different tale they tell
They say the poem was written by
Sarah Josepha Hale
Sarah Hale was a poet
and also a writer
In 1830 Mary’s Lamb
was published in a book by her
Who wrote Mary had a little lamb
John Roulstone or Sarah Hale
We’ll never know cuz both dead
Let’s play our guitars instead
So, two stories. Did John Roulstone write the poem and give it to Mary Sawyer, as she or did Sarah Josepha Hale come up with the poem from her own imagination. Unfortunately, Joel Roulstone died very young so no one was able to ask him directly. And both Mary Sawyer and Sarah Josepha Hale signed sworn statements saying their version of the story is true.
So, who was right: Mary Sawyer or Sara Josepha Hale? Guess we’ll never know.
Who wrote Mary had a little lamb
John Roulstone or Sarah Hale
We’ll never know cuz both dead
Let’s play our guitars instead
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Before he was the presdent
He was a Middlesex resident
He lived on Broadway in Winter Hill
Barack Obama lived in Somerville
From ’88 to ’91
He went to Harvard as a law student
He lived right here ‘cuz the rent was cheap
He got some tickets when he parked on the street
Did he go to Trum Field
To shoot some hoops
Did he walk to Foss Park
To have a dip in the pool
Before he was the presdent
He was a Middlesex resident
He lived on Broadway in Winter Hill
Barack Obama lived in Somerville
Did he brunch at sound bites
Or eat lasagna at Vinny’s at Night
Maybe he lunched at Leone’s
A slice of pizza with pepperoni
In his yellow Datsun
he would cruise ‘round the ‘Ville
It was old and had a hole in the floor
which did not impress Michelle
Before he was the presdent
He was a Middlesex resident
He lived on Broadway in Winter Hill
Barack Obama lived in Somerville
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I was strollin’ down the street one day
I think it was Morrison Ave
I looked up and then I saw you
The largest tree I ever have (seen)
You were 93 feet tall
Back in 1996
15 feet 6 inches was your girth
Not sure if anyone’s measured you since
Oh my Sweet Silver Maple
Largest tree in Somerville
Do you think you could love me
I’m just a humble pickle (jar)
Now this here city’s got a lot of trees
Some are short and some are tall
But there’s one special Aser sakkarinum
That surely towers 'bove them all
Oh my Sweet Silver Maple
Somerville’s largest tree
Oh my Sweet Silver Maple
Will you go to prom with me
Oh my Sweet Silver Maple
Largest tree in Somerville
Do you think you could love me
I’m just a humble pickle (jar)
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Old Powder House Pickles
02:28
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In the 1870s
George Emerson signed a lease
You see he had a plan
To make the best pickles in the land
George filled his powder house
with cucumbers that he doused
with some salty brine
He knew he’d have pickles
in no time
The name of his company:
Old Powder House Brand
made the best pickles
in the land
In the powder house he stored
Pickles and pickles and pickles galore
Inside the tall stone tower
George’s pickles grew nice and sour
The name of his company:
Old Powder House Brand
made the best pickles
in the land
But in 1878, something terrible happened.
A fire burned poor George Emerson’s factory to the ground.
The company didn’t officially go out of business until 1892,
But George’s pickle factory was no more.
All that remains of his pickle dream
is a plaque in Nathan Tuft’s park
And there Powder House Pickle Jar
is where you come from
Bye bye Old Powder House Pickles
Bye bye Old Powder House Pickles
Bye bye Old Powder House Pickles
Bye bye Old Powder House Pickles
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7. |
Facts Are True
02:03
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Facts are true, Facts are fun
Like climate change or evolution
water is wet, the Earth is round
You can prove these things with Jackson Browne
Ice cream is cold, the sun is a star
Facts don’t care if you’re a big monstar,
Structural racism is real
A fact is a fact no matter how you feel
Facts are true, Facts are fun
Like climate change or evolution
water is wet, the Earth is round
You can prove these things with Jackson Browne
Facts can be proven with science and math
You can do research while taking a bath
Ice cream cold there is no doubt
Ask the thermometer or a singing trout
Facts are true, Facts are fun
Like climate change or evolution
water is wet, the Earth is round
You can prove these things with Jackson Browne
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Those weird statues in Davis Square
Those weird statues in Davis Square
Weird
Weird statues
In Davis Square
Weird
Weird statues
In Davis Square
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Triple Pickle
02:29
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Triple Pickle
Not a single
Not a double
Watch ya got?
Triple Pickle
Triple Pickle
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They Built A Windmill
03:06
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John Mallet bought himself a hilltop
In what was then Charlestown
He was a refugee from France
He built ships and maybe danced
He decided to make a building that was round
He and his sons got to building
Their structure rose 30 feet high
It was built from local stone
but this was not their home
What they built was made to grind
They built a windmill
designed to grind their grain
It had three floors
who could ask for more
Its top could turn so the wind it would face
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Walk Score
03:09
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Now listen I’m a trucker
from my hat down to my boots
And I’ve driven around this great land
from Medford to Duluth
But when I’m home in Somerville
I just park my rig
A pedestrian I am and I
do not drive a lick
Now say I want to throw an ax
on a Tuesday night
I don’t need to start my truck
I don’t need to drive
I can just walk from my home
and catch the 87
and ride the city bus
to my destination, cuz
CHORUS:
We got a pretty good walk score
You don’t need a car
We got a pretty good walk score/ I can walk to barre
We got a pretty good walk score/ average 89
We got a pretty good walk score
In your face Brookline
Thursday is the day that I like to eat my oats
And do my laundry too
I throw my underwear in my New Yorker tote
I head to the laundromat that’s just across the street
Then I stroll to the oat shop
to get a bite to eat, cuz
CHORUS
Now let’s say hypothetically
I’ve got some moonshine
And I’m looking to transport it
right across the county line
And I don’t want no smokey,
haulin’ me off to jail
I just walk to Porter Square
and take the commuter rail
We got a pretty good walk score
You don’t need a car
We got a pretty good walk score/ I can walk to barre
We got a pretty good walk score/ average 89
We got a pretty good walk score
We’re still waitin’ for that green line
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Ice Ice Harvest
02:36
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Ice Ice Harvest
Ice Ice Harvest
In 1805 a bloke named Fred
Had an idea pop in his head
Frederick Tudor he had a thought
To sell people ice even when it’s hot
But where to get ice in the summer heat
Fred would not admit defeat
I’ll harvest ice from a frozen lake
Store it till and summer and money I’ll make
Ice Ice Harvest
People laughed and thought it daft
To try to sell ice and make cool cash
But Tudor he didn’t give up
He bought a ship and filled it up
With blocks of ice cut from a pond
He then set sail for the great beyond
He shipped his ice to Martinique
But his technique he’d need to tweak
For when his boat pulled into the bay
Most of the ice had melted away
Ice Ice Harvest
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Gentrify It
02:22
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I know you children are so sweet
but now’s the time to turn up the heat.
It’s almost voting day
inside the USA
If your parents have no plant to vote here’s what we say
Annoy your parents
until they vote
It’s time to scream and whine
until we have sore throats
It’s time to misbehave
to save the USA
Make sure you parents have a plan to vote
It’s time for us to act uncouth
until they’re in the voting booth
In person, absentee
by mail or vote early
If your parents have no plant to vote here’s what we say
Annoy your parents
until they vote
It’s time to scream and whine
until we have sore throats
Whine at your mom or dad
until they punch that chad
Make sure your parents have a plan to vote
It’s nearly election day here in America,
and everyone over 18 needs to vote.
Your parents probably say they’re too busy
but how many times a day do you see them checking Facebook?
So, next time your parents say they don’t have a plan to vote,
Here’s what we’ll do:
Annoy your parents
until they vote
It’s time to scream and whine
until we have sore throats
It’s time to misbehave
to save the USA
It’s time to irritate
until Election Day
It’s time to kick their shins
until they vote Biden
Make sure your parents have a plan to vote
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Monster Mask
01:02
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I was working in the lab late one night
when my eyes beheld and eerie sight
for a monster had come into my place
and said to me please cover your face
He wore a mask
He wore his monster mask
A monster mask
from his graveyard stash
He wore a mask
it didn’t give him a rash
A monster mask
He wore his monster mask
I approached Drac’s coffin and his voice did ring
It seems he was trouble by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
and said “Please maintain your social distance”
He wore a mask
He wore his monster mask
A monster mask
from his graveyard stash
He wore a mask
it didn’t give him a rash
A monster mask
He wore his monster mask
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Phone 1
02:04
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I ran a phone line
For the first time
From downtown Boston
to Somerville
(Woo-hoo)
His phone number is “one”
(Woo-hoo)
Why don’t you call him up
(Woo-hoo)
It’s the home of Charles Williams
He lives on Arlington Street
In the 'Ville
I’m Alex Graham Bell
I got a patent
but maybe stole it
from an Italian
Antonio Meucci
(Woo-hoo)
The next phone I installed
(Woo-hoo)
You dial “two” to call
(Woo-hoo)
It was in Winter Hill
It’s the Roswell Downer’s home
In the 'Ville
I’m Alex Graham Bell
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Ghost Bursters
02:58
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If you’ve got a ghost
But you’re low on cash
Who’ya gonna e-mail?
Ghost Bursters
If you need some help
and you need it fast
Who’ya gonna e-mail?
Ghost Bursters
You can’t afford that ghost
You can’t afford that ghost
Got a demon dog, or a scary creep
Who’ya gonna e-mail?
And you want them gone but you’re kind of cheap
Who’ya gonna e-mail?
You can’t afford that ghost
You can’t afford that ghost
We know you ain’t got much dough
If a demon seems mean and you ain’t got much green
Who’ya gonna e-mail?
Ghost Bursters
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Maura the Menorah went to Florida
She waved bye-bye and said sayonara
She told her friends that she won’t be back again
At least until the day after tomorra
One day Maura got out of bed
She had a question so she said
“I am curious and so
I would really like to know
Why I have 9 candles on her head”
She asked her good friend Scout
What all the candles were about
Scout said “Beats me
But I know who you should see
Go see a latke down south”
Maura the Menorah went to Florida
She waved bye-bye and said sayonara
She told her friends that she won’t be back again
At least until the day after tomorra
In Florida she climbed up on a table
and said my dear latke if you’re able
Can you tell me why
I have candles numbered 9
Please give me your expert appraisal
The latke said “dear Maura I don’t know
Why your golden head is aglow
I’m a tater fried in oil
Not an expert, nor a moyle
You should talk to the dreidel on the floor
Maura the Menorah went to Florida
She waved bye-bye and said sayonara
She told her friends that she won’t be back again
At least until the day after tomorra
She asked the dreidel named Uri
“Why are all these candles on me?”
Uri said “I know why
I’m about to blow your mind
when I tell you ‘bout the Maccabees”
There was a mean king named Antiochus
He conquered our land and was mean to us
He also told the Jews that they had worship Zeus
And they even took over their temples
Then there was brave Judah Maccabee
Who rounded up his own army
Antiochus was beat
And his troops did retreat
And the Maccabees went back to their temple
But when they got back inside
They couldn’t believe their eyes
There were cracks on the floor
And what was even worse
There wasn’t enough oil for the candles
They had enough oil for one night
So with it the menorah they did light
But a miracle occurred
And the candles burned and burned
Their menorah stayed aglow for 8 nights
So that’s why we celebrate Hanukah
And we eat oily foods like latkes
Our menorahs we do light
one candle for each night
to celebrate foremothers and forefathers
So Maura the Menorah came back from Florida
She felt so glad she danced the Horah
She said to her friends
“I’ve come back again
And I won’’t go to Florida any more-a”
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Ex-X-Mas Tree
01:48
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Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
You used to mean the world to me
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
Now you’re lying in the street
You had a star and lights that flash
Now you’re nothing more than trash
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
Now you’re just debris
You once had presents under you
Now you’re next to a broke vacuum
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
Now you’re just debris
My dearest tree I must divulge
Soon you’ll be turned into mulch
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
Now you’re just debris
Your neighbor is an old couch
And your friend’s Oscar the Grouch
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
You used to mean the world to me
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
You fill our home with Christmas cheer
Ex-X-mas Tree, ex-X-mas Tree
Oh, never mind, DPW’s here
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Jef Czekaj Arlington, Massachusetts
Jef Czekaj writes and draws picture books. And, apparently, makes internet puppet shows and music. He/him.
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