Friday, December 5, 2008

My Song

Boy:
Singing in the rain, under an umbrella for two,

Wet isn't damp when dancing with you.
Step and stomp across rocks and stone,
Splashing exuberant is no fun alone.

Girl:
Agreed kind sir, and we shall dance all the more.

Until mothers would scoff and stuffed noses snore.
The thunder is grumbling, and he can't give a care,
He's no dancing partner, he's got a left pair!

Together:
Well then sweep low and step high!

Sing sweet and splash by!
We'll hop through this weather with smiles alight,
We'll springtime through winter and day through the night!
Off to someplace no one knows,
Except the sun and the moon and the sycamore groves.
But first to some shelter and into dry clothes,
And together we'll mozy to that cozy trove.

Girl:
Tell me now, about the rose, and how its petals are,

I do so like the pretty things from here or near or far.
Hold my hand and laugh awhile,
Walk a little and talk a mile.


Boy:
I cannot say about its beauty, for comparison there's a lack

Do you explain to the rainbow how the tar pit looks so black?
But let us skip and dodge the cracks,
Lets us spare our mother's backs.
Climb the trees and shout aloud,
Say hello to happy cloud.

Girl: It is good to have a friend, it is nice to hop along
Boy:I agree and further more, it is nice to have a song.

Together:
Well then sweep low and step high!

Sing sweet and splash by!
We'll hop through this weather with smiles alight,
We'll springtime through winter and day through the night!
Off to someplace no one knows,
Except the sun and the moon and the sycamore groves.
But first to some shelter and into dry clothes,
And together we'll mozy to that cozy trove.


Boy:
I traced along the past, a woodgrain old and worn,

And found among the craggy cracks some sadness in them borne.
I dusted every shelf, to remove all the dirt,
And found amidst the layered planks stains and in them hurt.

Girl:
Sometimes what is needed is a canvas for the paint

Whether the picture is lively, happy, sad or having pain.
Sometimes some tea and a kindly ear,
Can be a rest and ease of fear.

Together:
Some days it takes more than one to dance among the sane.

And others it takes an umbrella and a smile to stay out of the rain.

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