For ages 3-7
Cartoon/Podcast Theme Song
Package Pete, Package Pete
See him coming
Down my street
Package Pete, Package Pete
Bring me something
Sweet to eat
Package Pete, Package Pete
It’s good to see you on my street
Tell me, tell me
Oh please do…
Tell me “I’ve got a package for you!”
Package Pete, Package Peat
I can see him
On his way
Pete please stop for me today
Package Pete’s got something
For me hooray!
c. 2026 H. Alexander Nichols
For audio demo contact alex@alexnichols.ca
All we have left
In a world with such pain
Is to love one another
To fight the dark rein
Of those who hate
With anger and greed
Who want nothing less
Than for us to be freed
Without good or kindness
No peace love or light
We can never surrender
We’ll fight the good fight
They want us to scatter
To pull us apart
They care not for goodness
They hope we lose sight
Of why we are here
We must follow the light
To love one another
We’ll fight the good fight
Fight the good fight
We’ll fight the good fight
There’s but one thing to do
We’ll fight the good fight
We take back the good
We claim our just right
To love one another
We fight the good fight
No I ain’t no profit
No sage and no saint
But I know the difference
How distant or faint
There’s just one way
For us to be
At peace on our earth
One way to be free
We take back the good
We claim our just right
To love one another
Now fight the good fight
Fight the good fight
We fight the good fight
There’s but one thing to do
Go fight the good fight
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Mr. Navarro rolled from his sack
And removed from his rectum
A nugget of crap
A book I shall write about my idea
As he cleaned and polished
His mental diarrhoea
This is so big I can hardly believe!
As he wiped sweat from his brow
with his Elmo jama sleeve
“I’ll be so famous” then he thought he might faint...
A most peculiar book
I've just pulled past my taint!
Nobody will know from whence it came
I can wright what I like...
They’ll be no one to blame!
I’ll make up a name
I don’t really care a…
So Mr. Navarro
called him "Ron Vara"
He’ll be so much smarter
Much wiser than most
But to find this great man
Will be like hunting a ghost!
Yes his words they’ll be lies
I’ll make up and repeat...
Tariffs are good
They're so scrumptious and sweet!
A publisher bought
his bad book of grift-fiction
And paid him a bonus for his stated conviction.
"Tariffs will save us from fate and from doom
I’ve just sold this crap
To that fat orange buffoon."
He’s a moron you see
A shiftless pretender
And has no respect
For the opposite gender...
He’s a felon a fraud
No I-Q nor degree,
No brain and no soul
He reminds me of me!
He bullies and threatens,
stole his way to the top
A capitol offender...decent he’s not
He’ll spread my bowel contents
all over the map
That Oompa Loompa – my God
Is he fat!?
I’ll get a new job as adviser, chief spoof
It’s absolute hogwash we’ll pass off as truth!
It took only weeks to start the dark play
It ended up called
Lib-er-a-tion Day
From this day hence forth
Trade tariffs would rule
Nobody cared how evil
or cruel.
Until the high court said “Just what’s going on…?
Stop all this madness
You silly moron!”
“I’ll do what I want” said the soulless buffoon –
“I’ll tariff the sky, the mountains the moon
I’ll tariff the trees, their roots and the terra
It’s the right thing to do
I was told by
…Ron Vara.”
-Alexander Nichols copyright 2026
©2006-2025 Alex Nichols
And all the donut holes in this great big world
Could never make me happy like you do
A double chocolate Boston cream-filled
Triple pudin' pie ...
Always brings back memories of you
And all the donut holes in this great big world
Could never make me happy like you do
A double chocolate Boston cream-filled
Triple puddin' pie ...
Always brings back memories of you
And all the donut holes in this great big world
Could never make me happy like you do
A double chocolate Boston cream-filled
Triple pudin' pie ...
Always brings back memories of you
© 2025 H. Alex Nichols
No one knows
how far it is
But there’s a bar and a bog
With a her and his
It’s got a long main drag
Where you drive real slow
The Cow Ridge Cafe
And folks call it
…Drumbo
Drumbo… it’s where you wanna go
With a harvest festival
And it’s very own farm show
It’s got a town-wide yard sale
And an auction house for bids
And CP rail tracks
Where you can leave the kids
There’s this place in town
With a tricky name for a pub
And a special place
For a good ol’ tug an’ rub
Can’t remember the name
Of that watering hole
So I’ll just take a guess and call it
…Drumbo (Pub that is)
I parked my truck at the curb ya know
Had a few libations
an’ listened to the radio-oo
A policeman came along said howdy-do
Nice day for drinking’ and
I’ll take two in
Drumbo…
I checked Trip Advisor
For a five-star hotel
There was Davidson’s and the Eastwood
And The Tulip Motel
I wanted a place of comfort
With air for the heat
A mini-bar and housekeeping
Beyond my truck’s front seat
Yes this is the place of fun
And friv-ol-ity
A place you can imbibe
Where nobody sees
So next time you are searching
For a tidy place to be
Where happy folks abound
And some pleasant company
Look no further I’ve found the place to go
It ain’t New York City
It’s Drumbo, Ontario
at the bottom of the river
Feeding aquatic life
Everybody has a purpose
Some have dreams
Some find their fate
Somewhere it seems.
Can’t figure you from that smile
Will she stay for a while?
Wonder if I’ve flipped my lid
Wonder why you misunderstood
Gotta wonder
why not shoot for the Moon?
It’s not to late
It’s not too soon
not too soon
Etc.
