Whackadoodley Chickiebabe
Good to Be Four
On a late October morning in New England
ground.  On Facebook a friend posted:
"Mother Nature sure is one
whackadoodley chickiebabe"

Song writing inspiration comes from all
kinds of places.  
That scare me sometimes

Like take for instance that poor young Jack
When he falls way down and ruins his crown
I think you are whacked

Yes she’s one whack, whack,
whackadoodley chickiebabe (x4)

Hey Mother Earth – Here’s what I know
You’ve got to wait for the leaves to fall from the trees
Before it can snow

Hey Father Time – Remind your wife
One day in the sun adds another one
Whole week to my life

Yes she’s one whack, whack,
whackadoodley chickiebabe (x4)

Hey there Medusa – For goodness sakes
When you comb your hair do you think it’s fair
That it’s made out of snakes

But hey Medusa – Don’t moan and groan
Because if someone teases it’s very easy
To turn them to stone

Yes she’s one whack, whack,
whackadoodley chickiebabe (x4)

I know a teacher, she does inspire
Gets the kids a going, ideas a flowing
And sets them on fire

Hey everybody, come sing her song
Get whacky today, let’s dance and play
And all sing along

Sing with me – whack, whack,
whackadoodley chickiebabe (x4)