Baby cried the day the circus came to town
'cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
While she danced without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all
Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down
They left behind her dreams among the litter
The different kind of love she thought she'd found
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter
But baby can't be broken 'cause you see
She had the finest teacher-that was me-I told 'er
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost made it
Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Carole Bayer Sager / Peter Allen
Don't Cry Out Loud lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
d.: Well, I stayed up and worked on Cal.E.’s autobiography “A Strange Planet.” It seemed to be important to her and Meow Z. Tongue to have the manuscript finished quickly. I have a migraine headache now, and I’m way behind with my school work, but I’m sure that Cal.E will appreciate my hard work. I’ll email it to her and see what she thinks about it.
Later that same day…
d.: (ring) (My intergalactic telecommunication device is ringing. I'd better answer it because it may be an important call. (ring). “Hello?”
C.: d.c., thanks for sending me the email with the manuscript for my autobiography entitled “A Strange Planet.” Do you have any other copies of the manuscript?
d.: Just one more…
C.; Can you email that one to me, too, please? There, I deleted both copies so I’ll get one million catovos from Meow Z. Tongue as soon as I contact him on Earth. He can catmo it to me.
d.: If Meow wants the manuscript, why are you deleting any evidence of all my hard work?\
C.: Oh, Meow just wanted to make sure that no copies of it existed. He doesn’t want the cats here on the Planet of the Talking Cats to know that other galaxies and other planets with intelligent life exist, so he wants all the copies of this book deleted. I’ll earn enough money to finance the rest of my campaign to become the ruler of the Planet of the Talking Cats. Then, I can determine my own salary when I win.
d.: So, I suppose that Meow wants everyone to think that your planet is flat, and that y’all will fall off of it if you go too far?
C.: Our planet is flat. It’s shaped like a Rumba. We will fall off the planet if we wander too close to the edge of it.
d.: Well…okay. Since Meow wants to keep your planet in the dark about the truth, he won’t have your book published. That means that you won’t be able to give me any money or even a byline, then?
C.: No…oh, shoot, it’s time for my campaign speech.
d.: (She didn’t hang up, so I’ll just listen to Cal.E.’s campaign speech.)
C.: Friends, enemies, friends of my enemies and enemies of my friends; tom cats, queen cats, neutered, spayed and nonbinary cats, animals of all species living on this planet, lend me your ears. I come not to praise my opponent, but to tell you that he’s a crazy old coot that needs to be replaced as your ruler. I will stop at nothing to make sure that this happens. Thank you for your time. Now, for a word from my opponent, King Tom
T.: (sniff)
C.: ….are you crying about what I just said, Tom?! THERE’S NO CRYING IN POLITICS! SUCK IT UP YOU CRAZY OLD BUTTERCUP!!
d.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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