There was a time before liberation When all the witches were mad and moonstruck When the shrinking and the shocking and the mocking were rife We still found each other The ones in the life There was a time before demonstrations When the queens and fairies were shy and fearful We ran and we hid from the feast and the knife And we still found each...Learn More

When Charlie was a baby He sucked his thumb, maybe His mother told him "Charls! Shame, shame! You musn't suck your thumb It simply isn't done It's the love that dare not speak its name" Soon he was a toddler A funny little waddler And playing with his pee-pee Was a game His father slapped his hand So that he would understand About the love that...Learn More