Jingle Heimer Smith With His Neck Veins Bit

 

Count Dracula is a flying over Bat

He Bit up My Vein Too

Whenever I am preparing for my grave

Or for that Bat, I sure am a slave

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Mina Murray met my friend The Bat

He drank from Her Vein Too

Whether she don’t want to come out of her grave

For that Bat, she is a slave too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Jonathan Harker who met the three Vampiric Wives

Dracula hypnotized him too

Whatever he wanted to do on that ocean boat

For that Bat, he was his slave too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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                                Dr. John Seward, that young psychiatrist  He treated that Renfield too

                  Although he loved Lucy Westenra, and helped Professor Van Helsing  

For that Bat, he was his slave too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Renfield is an inmate in an asylum

He serves as a loyal, obsessed slave to the Bat too

He eats bugs and birds and spiders and flies

For that Bat, he’s so much of a slave too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Quincey Morris, that Texan character

He was fatally stabbed and wounded by one of Dracula's Slovak too

He became enslaved to gypsy servants

For that Bat, he’s a servant too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Dutch Vampire Hunter, Abraham  Van Helsing

He is from Ireland Too

With the mirrors he likes to look a lot

And He don’t see Count Dracula Too

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Anna and Velkan are the Valerious

The last of the Romanian Family, Ancient

With garlic they think they are protected

They don’t want to feed Count Dracula

Until There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Dracula is the son of Valerious the Elder

He was physically killed in Fourteen Sixty Two

With Werewolves He Eats Alot

He don’t get buried in a Plot

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Archangel Gabe Gabe Gabriel

Tries To Kill  Dracula Too

His life gets so forlorn

He’s in his Werewolf Form

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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Your Throat has Two Arteries and Veins

Carotid and some Jugular Too

When Dracula is here

His fangs drink more than Beer

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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It is Now Walpurgis Night

And some young Englishman foolishly leaves his hotel

There’s Dracula there

He’s a bat flapping in the air

There flies Vlad the Third of Wallachia

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We want him to be like that sleeping girl Vampire

She’s called Countess Dolinger

She’s in a Marble Tomb

With a large iron stake doing more than wound

We don’t want the fly of Vlad the Third of Wallachia

Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone  

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The End Of That Lad Who Is One Of More

 

            The path along Salt Creek now stood under rain dripping elm trees, and every stone in the water was holding up broken tree limbs which were articulated with frogs and toads and  sun loving turtles.

            School instructors, talking to us as in some way the cause of the ordinary disappearance of the deadheads, tuned, with any word, and told us to study away as if it was for our lives. Those who were drank at the fountain jumped up to the zoo’s restroom facilities and shouted to the people in blocked facility toilets, ‘Come On!  There is not a desert for me. And no dessert for me, but maybe of me.  The snake people, who had watched from a safe appearance, started in their walkings, leaving me by myself.

            Mr. Walrus, who had swum to the forest preserve, leaned on his bottom shell, and was holding his nose pressing up to the air. People’s blood slid gushing along those water ripples. I walked to him, for the insider feelings, and did not keep track of where I was going.  So did the two frog people. The big one jumped in front of him and the toad man shot back his tongue to a fly someone’s shoulder. With that fly he ate lunch, with a happy shout, as my hand in that water around him sure got stained.

            He must have seen the scales on my shell protecting my body, for he smiled at me and said, “I am only too happy to have been the one who keeps you OK! Okay?” he asked suddenly, struggling to a log sitting position and smiled to me. “It was worth for this to swim! Look! Look!”

            The fish were right now down upon the algae tops, and the red worms fell from my face, so that I was stomach filled in rosy light. With one impulse the lizards sank on their knees and a deep and earnest “Ants, cockroaches, grasshoppers” broke from all as their eyes followed the pointing of their claws.

            The toad man spoke, “Now gobble be the flies that all has not gotten away in rain! See! The drops are not more fly less over here and there! The storm has positioned over us with food!”

            And, to our biter Snapper, with a smile and in Salt Creek, he swam a gallon of the water.

            This feels NICE

            Seventh grade, years from now, we all will have gone through lakes and ponds sewers. And the happiness of snails for us since we change in the weather, we think, well worms under the path we enjoyed. It is an added stretch to raise our noses to the sun that our body’s swimming in the same day as that school of ours which  our teachers think they teach us language and spelling, in our attention has sure died. Even though these moth people are bold, I know the secret to relieve  some of my boredom that consonants and vowels  spirit away passing feelings and smells. This bundle of orders links all that little band of  frogs and toads. But they still call us ‘Students’.

            In this summer during spelling classes I was made to take to read and write, and thunder storms over our own school which was, and is, so full of bored kids and terrible books to read. It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had been told will get us our own job when we graduate with our own thoughts about what is needed verses the truths they think they told us. Every track of a snake that had been and will be always around. The Salt Creek stood as before, reared high above a waste of going to school.

            When we got to being grown and lived with ups and downs, we  will be taking actions as just human beings, which we could all be looked on without despair.  For Snakes, they sell food in super markets and eventually order other ‘people’ around doing what Jewel and Osco tell them to tell others to sell expensive foods.  Frogs are now building cars and painting them until they finally sell those vehicles to people who will buy gas and oil and electrical generators.  Toads keep ordering self-paying students who are old and tired and their doctors told them to get some exercises.  I, along with other box turtles, program machines to make artificial intelligences in order to look like these objects do things for people instead of against people.

            Some pairs of reptiles are both happily married. Some read the papers from the internet where the chameleons typed things in order to sell stuff for business owners to get more rich.  We had been busy and not paying attention to dangers ever since our return so long ago. We were struck with the fact, that in all the mass of life of which the hiders  of lies, there is hardly one authentic document. Nothing but a mass of typewriting, except the later notebooks of Snapper Bitten People, and that includes myself, and we all march to drum beats which are really dumb beats. We could hardly ask anyone, even did be friends with, to accept these as proofs of ‘I did this for you’. Mr. Walrus smeared it all up as he said, with our scales on our knees:

            “We want don’t want to be brutes . We demand none to do what is told from us! This day will someday be thought of  that what a live and helpful a person is just being another one of us. Already we know the bleakness and scare of reality. Later on, we think we will understand how few, some, many and all do make our lives so lovable.  That I will so  much think as understand.”

            I don’t bite people’s necks, feet, fingers, or any other parts of their bodies.  My own body, even though attempting to protect itself with an outer shell and a chest covering shell, along with my other friends and acquaintances who were mamillar humans and now are human reptiles, we, and it is all of we, and there are probably more wes out there because there are, were, and will be more human snapping turtles, we want to and will and do live along with all lives, whether we see or know them or not, as we need and have become all together.  You may be distinct.  If you look at it, we are all distinct.  But we are not alone.  And anyone, and anything, with bodies made up of earthly chemicals, we are all family and even if we are not familiar with each other we are friends with each other, or should be.

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More Of The Lad Who Loses Out To More

 

            `I was living at home because I was in grade school.  I loved my parents and I tried to help around the house.  I was not certain, yet, about what happened to me.  My parents had not stated anything about me lately.  Such as, one day I was weeding the back yard and the rain began to fall.  I felt surprised. I turned into a box turtle.  I did not want to disrupt anything so I pulled out the weeds with my mouth and dug around with my front paws.  The rain stopped and I walked into the house. My parents either noticed nothing about me or did not mention it to either ignore me or keep me feeling okay.

            One day I skipped school because nobody ever seemed to notice me there.  I hoped that school would not notify my parents that I was not there this day.  Instead of going to High Ridge School, I snuck into the nearby forest preserve and walked my way to Brookfield Zoo.  I’ve been walking through the Zoo, viewing the Ape House and the Australian Animals and as I was watching the Walrus in his outdoor encircled pond, rain began to fall.  As that rain began, I began to turn into a Box Turtle, again.  As I did it again, I did what I always do, again.  This time I saw many fellow children, parents, and lone walkers turning into Snakes and Frogs and a variety of other Reptiles.  We did not run away from each other.  Not because I could not run fast when I was a Box Turtle, and not because the Snakes could not run with feet since they had none.  I did not run; he, she, and they did not run because we looked familiar to each other.  We knew we were not similar to each other.  A Snake is not a Frog which is not a Chameleon, and definitely not a Chemical Lion.  I am not lying.  We all looked familiar to each other because, now that we physically changed, we happened to know each other.  And that is No ‘No!’ each other.

            I began talking to several suburban school students, who, like me, turned into reptiles.

            I said to them all, "The blood is afraid of lies! The blood sure ain’t a lie!"

            I was responded to by Bull Frog Bob,  “Lizards with them, the flies of the night. What mucus they make my stomach make!”

            Then I told them, "My school class has just begun! I read stuff all over the centuries, and time is not on my side. You girls that  all love soap operas are  already bored; and though  you and others shall yet talk about meanings—my readings do nothing to bring us together over what we say we read."

            And I was pointed to and told by Garter Snake Ginetta, "I've listened to teachers over time instead of you."

            That caused me to say, "I am slow in reading and remembering. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my interpretation of symbols."

            And then Chameleon Carter pointed out, "Then as time went on, and I had got mentally colder, I asked teach some of the strange words of the preceding paragraph, as, for instance, why the coach went to the bases where he had seen the thrown ball. He then explained to me that it was commonly believed that on a certain nineth  of the innings—last innings, in fact, when all throwing sports are supposed to have checked always—a blue flame is seen over any field where caught balls have been revealed."

            I just shrugged, "The last I saw of Mr. Walrus was fisting his hand to me; with a red light of life in his eyes, and with a smile that Turtles in Salt Creek might be proud of."

 

 

 

 

            That’s when I heard Garter Snake Gabriel, "I am clogging my nose to you, and by the smell, where we can balk together freely and build our sines in the air."

            Which got me to say, “There are smells in life and there are blurs, and you are one of the blurds, the fights of all fights.”

            And we listened to Fowler’s Toad Fiona , "We women have something of the motor in us that makes us run past smelly bladders when the under-smart is invoked."

            To which I responded,  "I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final pollution, there was in this race a look of feces, such as I never could have imagined might have spread across here."

            And I got told by Linda  Lizard, "Why can’t they let a gorilla eat up three bananas, or as many as brought here, and stop all those shoveled?"

            And that got me to say, "Lucky Ducky, but yet how charmed. The wheat bread  was burned by a darn, thoughtless mistake, and the putty to columnar wastefulness."

            And Skinks Samuel pointed out to us all, “These worms seems full of good taste–even if there are minerals in them.”

            Which made me state, "I want you to be relieved...Two wrongs cannot be better than one."

            Which got Bull Frog Betty to point out,  "We burn in barnyards, not from thinking!"

            And I agreed,  "For lies be, after all, only a sometin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and eat up all that we can rightly depend on."

            We got snickered at from Garter Snake Ginetta,  “Turtles here is no such thing as fine and friendly.”

            And I just yelled, “'Mr. Walrus' is an excellent and a comforting guy! I am grateful to however he invented himself."

            Then Mr. Walrus took his command over us and ended our loud noisings, and because of the rain he was Snapping Turtle, "We ride the depth of Salt Creek. Nod along You know whose, or what, or where, or when, or how it may be...."

            We quieted down and went our own ways.  The next day at school I wore my shining red guard belt and watched the fellow students walking to or walking from school, at either the beginning of the day, the end of the day, the beginning of lunch, or the end of lunch.  I was at the cross walk at where the north south street met the east west street and there was a stop sign on this street.  I had to make certain that the fellow students did not walk into the street crossing when a car was coming or going.  A group came walking up to go back to class after lunch and it started to rain.  My fellow students walked or didn’t walk as I let them through or did not let them through when there were no cars passing or there were cars passing.  And I turned into a box turtle wearing my red, identifying belt. And the students and the cars did not act like I was anything different from what I was.

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Lad Who Loses Out To More

 

          On the third of May, I arrived in  Berwyn. I left Cicero at 8:35 P.M, on some day in May.  And when I arrived at North Riverside early next morning; I should have arrived at 6:46, but the bus was an hour late. Oak Park seemed like such a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the bus and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared to go very far from the bus stand, as they usually would arrive late and I wanted to start as near the correct time as possible.

          The impression I had was that my family was leaving the West Side of Chicago and entering the Southern Suburbs; the most cleaner of splendid walking paths over the Salt Creek forest preserves, which is here of wide width and depth, it also gives us a lot of sewer tube drop offs.

          It was easy to get  to a pretty good bowling alley, near by anyway, and I could come after lunch to the Brookfield Zoo. Here I would stop for the benches at the Lions and Tigers section. I had for a snack, or rather more strength, an ice cream bar  done up some way with black chocolate, which was very good but made me thirsty. (Mem. get receipt for my father.) I asked the zoo keeper, and he said he was called “Mr. Walrus," and that, as it was an irrational wish, he should be able to get referred to anywhere along the Zoo walking paths.

          I found that my smattering of Bohemian was very useful here, indeed, I don't know how, I should be able to talk to our neighbors without it.

          Having had some time at my disposal when in Chicago, I had visited the  Museum of Science and Industry, and made search among the books and maps in the library regarding Western Electric; it had struck me that some foreknowledge of the work place could hardly fail to have some importance in dealing with various job openings in this county.

          I found that the districts they named arranged in the extreme west side of the county, had many inhabited villages the borders of three streets, North Avenue, Wolf Road, and Twenty Second Street, in the midst of the Lagrange Park housing area; one of the widest and most travelled portions of Cook County.

          I was definitely able to bike to Brookfield Zoo through the forest preserve along Salt Creek going in back of the locality of the Westchester’s Eden Bowling Lanes , as there are several paths through these forest preserves to get to many places without  physically pedal biking through the streets; I’d get no hits, the close towns were not very visible along the paths along Salt Creek. I shall enter the zoo here, as my fresh memory enjoys looking at the Ape House and those Walrus Pools.

          In the public schools of Westchester there were many stinky groups of kids: bored students in the kindergartens, first through sixth grade, and mixed with them the Seventh and Eight Graders, who are going to the Provisos East or West; the one’s near Hillside in the West, and Berwyn type in the East. I am going among the Westers, who claim to be interested in science and technology, music, and art. Their instructors be so ordering, for when the new students start their classes in the nineth level, they found the out of towners settled in it.

          I tried to read every line in our school books that were assigned to us during classroom time.  My understanding of  words was so little that I was continually gathered into my dictionary that the teachers thought it was as if I was in the center of some sort of brain misunderstanding whirlpool; if  I were to be allowed to stay in class, I would be instructed to write huge notes when I got home and show them to the teacher the next day. (Mem., I many times was tasked to write the answers to all of the assigned book pages for each class.)

          I did  sleep many times in various classes, although my  desk was uncomfortable and rough, and even though I slept, I got called on for all sorts of questionable school classes. There was a hearable snoring each hour from me in the back rows, which may have had something to do with me being told to stay after school; or it may have been the pranks that I wish I hadn’t  had other kids do to me along, with their putting bathroom swirls into my drinking cup instead of the water in our cafeteria, and boy I was still thirsty. Towards the end of science class, I slept and was wakened by the continuous shouting at me by my science instructor, so I guess I must have been snoring loudly then.

          I had break stops along my mile foot work during gym class, and I missed out of the basketball shootings because of that gym teacher which said to me was "If you can’t climb the climbing coils or sit up on time, you need to run around the school until the end of class", and my feet felt stuffed with their forced steps, a very repellent walk which to me was as close to a dash, which they call "imps go by by".

          A man, walking in the prairie path, along the stream, came up to a house after he found some coins in the path, and knocked on the door and was answered by a man who turned into a snapping turtle as the clouds bunched up.  The turtle bit him and he ran away.  At home, when the clouds bunch up and rain begins to fall, I turn into a box turtle.  And it boggles my mind that no one ever notices that I am different from my real self.  My parents kept telling me to cut the lawn and make my bed.  The gym teacher told me to be a watch out kid, wearing a glowing orange strap, making certain other students do not walk across the street when a car is coming.  And, rain or shine, I was a turtle or a human, and nobody paid any attention to me.  I sure don’t want to get close to anyone and bite them to turn them into something what they would think was enjoyable for me.

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