They say your chest should pound

And your palms should sweat

And somehow, someway

Your stomach ends up with butterflies in it...

Well that all sounds like an illness to me.

I think i’ll be better off being as healthy as can be.

Sketches

I heard the crowd gather

I stepped up to the line

I bent real low

For the count to go

My pace was feeling fine

I was born just for this

Running was my gift

I felt a twinkle in my toes

A twitching in my nose

And in a flash

I ran so fast

I had already completed my task.

I mixed up the perfect concoction

A most flavorful type of brew

A dash of this and a drip of that

And simmered it like a stew

I pulled it off the fire

And then set it so it cooled

Decided to see if it tasted swell

My mouth starting to drool

The next thing that happened

Was so far from belief,

I gently started to fall

And then became a leaf.