The SATS Wibble Song There's a flib'ble and a wib'ble And a gib'ble (quite a few') There are pib'ble and some snib'ble And a phib'ble (found in dew') But the Kibb'le and the Rib'ble are for real I'm sure you knew' When you look' like a Duke' Who has fal'len in the glue' Boom' Boom' Boom' That's a flib'le and a wib'ble And a gib'ble yes it's true' I got my towel smi'ley I got it yes I do! Boom' Boom' Boom' Boom'

Money Market Blues 2011 version- They floated the dollar they floated the yen and the price of gold was set by five men. Invest your funds and the trouble begins Chorus See the carnival barkers and the circus clowns the duck in detergent is floundering around Would gold float on mercury if it ever tried? would petro-dollars paper the skies... ----~~~--- The banking stocks are dropping low When they hit bottom who will know there's stock analysts playing blind mans bluff None of them knows when he's had enough Chorus See the carnival barkers and the circus clowns the duck in detergent is floundering around Would gold float on mercury if it ever tried? would petro-dollars paper the skies... ---~~~--- the profit markets are getting tight As men in a tunnel,are searching for a light There's a train on the track and it is headed for you Now Senator,tell me what will you do. Chorus See the carnival barkers and the circus clowns the duck in detergent is floundering around Would gold float on mercury if it ever tried? would petro-dollars paper the skies... There's a train on the track and it is headed for you Now Broadcaster,tell me what will you do. When the money market blues are affecting you Yes, BBC it's affecting you too. So say goodby to old hootoo yes say goodby to old hoo too.

NEXT DECADE Another Decade has gone by See those years oh how they fly. It's been more than a decade on h2g2 With something old and something new I've got my and my I wrote my share for the EG Now fresh winds are blowing Oh what will we see When we say goodby to the BBC I cannot hold a slithe togue Or ride a flying llama But I am certain, here,today, We cannot blame Obama O hickory dickory dock, A pelican flew over the clock But BP was slick They did a quick trick And stopped him from cleaning their clock	Chant Are you out my friendly guardian stars? Are you out tonight? I come asking lend me strength once more and take away my fright. I See you looking down on me Now Peeking through a Palm And I begin my chant Strenthen me ye near yet distant stars Strenthen me O Jupiter and Mars Strengthen me ye plants of natures realm strengthen Me, Christ, master, at the helm! Strengthen Me. We get so weak in today's world Where threats are heard and spears are hurled We Need his strength to stay the course When doubts and fears abate the force Then I begin my chant Strenthen me ye near yet distant stars Strenthen me O Jupiter and Mars Strengthen me ye plants of natures realm strengthen Me, Christ, master, at the helm! Strengthen Me.
The Music of the spheres The music of the spheres Is vibrating in my ears Speaking of universal truth Its ways still lasting through the years, Speaking of the cosmic laws, Ordering orbits without pause, Galaxies unfold before my eyes Each holding its quota of surprise. The dancing of the days the sorrows joys and fears, Out in the brim-full empiness Out in the cosmic stream, I sit forever all transfixed Watching the Earth arise.	October Poem Leaves, Leaves, coloured leaves Around the hickory tree This hitchhiker is watching now The maple oak and old beech tree. It's a long way to Bay de Noc; I go without a towel. The harvest moon is shining The wind begins to howl. It's autumn in the Great Lakes States It's putting on a show. We all have mixed emotions though, Because too soon the cars and trucks Will skate upon the snow.

There is a day in the life of a phoenix,


A day to reach and end.


A day to put a stop to tricks and leave every friend.


I know it is not death I face,


But rejuvenation in its place.


Still the price is just too high -


Forget my friends, my past, my all.


Must I submit to the siren's call?


But I am old, my wings they tire.


And I will die without the pyre.


Still I hate to enter the fire,


And forget the things I know.


Yet I must go - I go.

The Phoenix, young and strong and brave


Rises from his fiery grave.


The past forgotten, the present his all;


The future looms before him.


He rises to the call!


For centuries he'll go forward.


He would not pause nor wait.


He is a young and mighty bird.


Only the old would hesitate.