5-5 In Which Mr. Snow Becomes My Fan

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats.

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats.

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad,
so I fling it,

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats,
several times,

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad,
so I fling it,
wing it,
at my number one fan.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats,
several times,
because I am.

4-21 Mr. Snow and I Go To Lunch

oh, Mr. Snow,

I say with the car door open,
in the rain pouring,
outside my open car door,

oh, Mr. Snow,
by now, you should know,
it's past the time,
I should go, Mr. Snow,
and this,

the rain pouring outside,
my open car door,
in the rain pouring,
you should know,
Mr. Snow,

this,
I say,
when it's time to go,
in the pouring rain,
outside,
in the pouring rain,
when I close my car door,

and

listen to the rain,
oh, Mr. Snow,
by now you should know,

listen to the rain,

go.

4-14 This Is How I Tell You I Love You (Reprise)

Mr. Snow,

the springs Rains,
I bring will come and go,
the boys and barbecues,
of summer, will watch the stars,
awake, on the steps of your patio,
but don't forget, babe,
when the maples leaves begin to glow,
I as the autumn rains will return,
to bring the smile with the snow.
this is how I love you,
this is how I know.

Mr. Snow,
this is how I love you,
this is how I know.