This is gold!
\nTom Fair writes:
\nBecause I work largely with children between the ages of five and twelve, I am sometimes labelled as a “children’s performer,” and my literary\/song material “children’s” repertoire. I personally see it from a quite different perspective. To me, childhood is not the first stage of a rocket that is to be jettisoned during the next stage of life; it is the seed from which the mature plant grows – the acorn that is parent to the mighty oak. Childhood is close to the core of a being, and woe to him who cannot communicate with his core.
\nTHERE ONCE WAS A DUCK II
\nby Tom Fair \u00a9 24 June 2010
\nThere once was a duck who thought he was a bear
\nHe didn\u2019t have paws and he didn\u2019t have hair
\nHis mama tried to tell him, but he didn\u2019t really care.
\n\u201cQuack, quack, quack!\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m a bear!\u201d
\nThere once was a duck who thought he was a cow
\nHe tried to say \u201cmoo\u201d but he didn\u2019t know how
\nHe thought he was a cat, but he couldn\u2019t meow.
\n\u201cQuack, quack, quack!\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m a cow!\u201d
\nThere once was a duck who thought he was a lion
\nThe duck couldn\u2019t roar but he just kept tryin\u2019
\nAll night long, you could hear him cryin\u2019
\n\u201cQuack, quack! Quack, quack! I\u2019m a lion!\u201d
\nAll the other animals thought he was a silly goat,
\nThe dog and the pig and the frog and the billy goat.
\n\u201cSorry, little fella, you\u2019re simply outta luck;
\nYou\u2019ll never be nothin\u2019 but a crazy little duck!\u201d
\nThe poor little duck, he sat down and cried.
\nHis heart was broken and his dreams had died.
\nHe\u2019d lost his courage and he\u2019d lost his pride,
\nThe fun was gone\u2026 he just couldn\u2019t go on\u2026
\nBut the wise old owl who was sittin\u2019 in a tree
\nSaid \u201cListen, little duck, just listen to me!
\nYou can be anything you really wanna be:
\nA bear or a lion or an owl like me;
\nA butterfly, a pony, a banana or a bee;
\nA river or a mountain or the deep blue sea.\u201d
\nThe duck jumped up as high as he could,
\nAnd he looked down over the neighborhood.
\nHis heart did a dance, he was filled with elation
\nAt the endless joy of his imagination!
\n\u201cThank you, Mister Owl,\u201d he said with a smile.
\nNow, I think I\u2019ll be a duck for just a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is gold! Tom Fair writes: Because I work largely with children between the ages of five and twelve, I am sometimes labelled as a “children’s performer,” and my literary\/song material “children’s” repertoire. I personally see it from a quite different perspective. To me, childhood is not the first stage of a rocket that is … <\/p>\n