Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Fred M. Rogers
It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...
It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?...
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we're together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please?
Please won't you be my neighbor?
My Dream
So, I dreamt that Rodney P. Brady, The Wolfman (ooo, scary), and I had to go to the northern tip of Manhattan. When we got there (from the subway) the two of them bolted ahead of me. When I exited the subway, it was like a weird mixture of woods and city (but not Central Park). Then I found the two of them and we went for ice creams. Who wants an ice cream I yelled. We already have ice creams, ya' dingus. Dingus?!? Who're you calling a dingus? Well, the ice cream was good and so we continued on our mission, which was constantly changing. First, we had to get a new lawn mower. Then, we had to find a frisbee. Next, a pair of ladies pajamas. At this point, I think we had to find a gold end table for a fish tank. So, after the ice cream, we kept looking, but the woods kept changing, slowly becoming more like suburbs, rather than city or woods. About this time, I awoke in a cold sweat. But, I only awoke in the dream. In real life I was still sleeping. Then chickens ate our faces.
Day Five
