as i said...

... "over my big dead body"

i'll let skip finish the night. i'm off to shovel more snow.

(end the winter, someone)

Margaret - Tiger Rug /skip spence

It's Margaret, the daring songwriter

She's got muscles in her eyes

She's got everything going for her there

So take a ride on her pen, step inside

...

Well, there goes Margaret, the daring ice skater

She skates the truth on the ice

If she wasn't so daring and dashing

Her lips would be chapped at half the price

...

...

It appears I sent you off to treatment

With the tiger by the tail

If he could be free

He wouldn't have stripes on him, like jail

Jailer comes in twice a day

And feeds him a hunk of meat

That is just the same

As you get out upon the street

Jungle's home

Why isn't he free?

Just because his head is doesn't mean his limbs are

That can mean the same as the monkey on a tree...