House of Ideas words and music by Bill Pere The kids never knew what was going on in his mind The teachers never knew what new ideas he would find He'd sit in school and think up new ways To speed up the clocks and shorten the days Make candy out of broccoli and color from grays Make a dollar from a dime, He'd spend his time inventing panaceas...in his House of Ideas So dream..... The stairways in his head led to rooms, from their windows he'd see Sights never seen, he'd ask "Now why can't that be?" A computer that looks cuter than a plain plastic box Neon paint to help him find two matching socks A way to have a secret conversation with rocks If soda's fizz and bees can buzz Then he'd invent new onomatopoeias...in his House of Ideas So dream... Sometimes there'd be a faraway look on his face Those were the times he'd be flying off in outer space He'd fly into the sky on electric guitars Collecting marbles that used to be stars There's a giant sized collection in a long row of jars With two from the Big Dipper And three that used to be Casseopia's...in his House of Ideas So dream... © Copyright Bill Pere,  All Rights Reserved