When will I get bigger
I wonder every day
WIll I still like to run and jump
And bound about and play?

Will I still love to Hide-N-Seek
Around with all my friends?
My mom and dad say probably
Though it really all depends

If I remember all the best stuff
Stuffed inside of me
Then I can pull it out
When I’m the person I will be

I must think to always laugh
Whenever something’s funny
And not forget that friends are worth
More than any sum of money

Imagination is a gift
That never goes away
But only when invited in
I should not send it away

Sharing toys and sharing time
Is what I’ll want to do
If I want to feel fulfilled
With who I grew into

So many days in front of me
Are keeping me a kid
It’s important I prioritize
So do it I just did

The best days of my life
Surely have not happened yet
But they’ll be even better
If the now I don’t forget

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Do you remember Schoolhouse Rock?

I love, love, LOVED Schoolhouse Rock when I was a kid. And by “when I was a kid,” I mean right now.

Wordplay, lessons, music, movement – I loved it all,  even bought a limited edition lunchbox with every song pressed onto a 4 CD set from Rhino Records when I was 24 and didn’t have children. I was married to a teacher, and gave her the box the day I bought it, but that was only an excuse and we both knew it.

Someday, I’d like to create something as amazing as Schoolhouse Rock.

Syllable Soup is my first stab.

I’ve been writing a lot of children’s poems lately, and am thoroughly loving the medium. David and I are putting the finishing touches on our first collection of fairytales this week, which is super exciting.

When he delivered this amazing video for Syllable Soup, it became immediately easier to dream about the many places some of our children’s work will go.

Check out the video, I’d love to hear what you think.

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A merchant and father, without any wife
And three lovely daughters; a wonderful life
“I’m heading to market, some time around dawn
I’ll swallow my coffee, and then I’ll be gone.”

He turned to his daughters, looked each in their eyes
Then smiled and whispered a special surprise:
“While I’m at market I’ll see many things
From pastries and pastas to bracelets and rings

We’ve had a great year, don’t mull over thrift
Each of you tell me what you’d love as a gift.”
The first daughter smiled, “I’d love a new dress
Maybe brocade since this old one’s a mess.”

The next daughter clapped, tickled pale red
“A long string of pearls,” she smiled and said
The last daughter, Belle, her dad’s greatest treasure
Gleaming with glee and pickled with pleasure

She flitted her eyes and pointed her nose:
“I think what I’d love is just one perfect rose!”
“Of course, girls!” he said, “I’ll buy all you desire
Plus plenty of fry bread, pulled right from the fryer

A great day at market, then gifts for his girls:
A flower, a dress, and a string full of pearls
Halfway to home, the sky turned to black
As serpents of lightning began to attack

Lost and alone, shivering and scared
Buckets of rain on a man unprepared
Fortune was fading as day bled to night
But the edge of his vision was hinting at light

The glow gradually grew as he slowly drew near it
It lit the interior of his terrified spirit
His horse giddy-upped at the big iron gate
He pulled on the reigns, told his filly to wait

The castle was massive, the size of a city
Old and abandoned, but no longer pretty
Outside it was wet, inside would be dry
Away from the horror which fell from the sky

The hallways were empty, walls were all large
“Hello!” he called out to the no one in charge
A mile long table was heaping with food
He certainly ate, although nothing was chewed

When his belly was bloated, his body grew beat
So he looked for a place he could get off of his feet
He found a large room and gargantuan bed
Then lay on the pillow and rested his head

He slept like a baby, in seconds was snoring
As buckets outside persisted their pouring
He opened his eyes when the outside was bright
At a beautiful bedroom now flooded with light

He couldn’t believe the amazing display
Pastries and coffee to start a great day
He ate like a king and then wandered around
Through a cavernous castle still empty of sound

He shuffled outside and swallowed real hard
At improbable beauty spread all through the yard
The grounds they were gorgeous – perfume in his nose
His green eyes were glinted toward one perfect rose

It bloomed well beyond beauty, like his baby girl Belle
He plucked it and stared as though under a spell
A bellow behind him, a thundering roar
Scared him inside, and then out of his core

He spun on his heels and his eyes opened wide
He was 10 metric tons of complete terrified
A beast stood before him: half monster, half man
He flew from the frier and into the pan

The demon was savage, a barbarian brute
Even though he was wearing a beautiful suit
His clothes were so splendid, and cape rather regal
He had the mane of a lion, but beak of an eagle

“You ungrateful vermin, you horrible thief!”
The man stood there shaking like a new fallen leaf
“I gave you my food, and surrendered my bed
And you thank me by stealing? I’ll rip off your head!”

“What did I steal?” The merchant man shook
“A rose from my garden, that’s what you took!”
The merchant man fell to the skin of his knees
Then opened his mouth to a shower of pleas

“Forgive me kind sir, I did not know
These roses are gorgeous, the way that they grow
The rose in my hand, it wasn’t for me
But for my daughter Belle, a beauty to see

The rose was for her, I meant no offense
I’m honest and upright,” he swore in defense
The beast placed a paw on the merchant man’s shoulder
Then spit out these words with a simmering smolder

“I’ll spare your life, only on this one term…
I’ll not negotiate, my condition is firm
“Bring me your daughter! That you must give
Then, only then, will I allow you to live

The merchant man nodded, with no other voice
Looking death in the eye left him no other choice
He swung on his horse, the gate swung behind
And he started toward home feeling out of his mind

He stepped in the house, his three daughters worried
Waves of words left his lips, every one of them hurried
He ended his story with a shake of his head
“I was so frightened that I’d end up dead

But worry not, Belle, my beautiful dear
You’ve nothing to fret of and nothing to fear
I won’t allow it to happen. No, not on my life
I’d rather swallow the sharp of a knife.”

Belle eased his mind with her beautiful smile
“Please sit down, Daddy. At least for a while
Then come tomorrow, we’ll get on the horse
And honor your word. I’ll go with you of course

I’d do anything for you, even stay in your place.”
Dad had to weep at Belle’s innocent face
Scared from her mind, Belle held her head strong
Through a ride through the forest, impossibly long

They stopped at the gates to a full unexpected
No anger or menace, just manners projected
The beast he was beastly, but didn’t seem mean
He looked mostly sad, like a trapped wolverine

“Welcome, my lady,” the burly beast said
As he took off his hat and he lowered his head
Beauty was frightened, gave her father a hug
The beast stood beside her, like mouse to a bug

Her dad left in sadness, she stepped forward brave
Though fear rolled right through in a tumbling wave
Trembling with terror, scared and afraid
Now second guessing the choice that she made

Her dad was an echo as she opened the door
Tears slid from her cheek and they fell to the floor
Four seasons faded, one year fell to two
The red of her life quickly cooled to a blue

A magnificent mirror, gilded with gold
Filled her with love from the stories it told
In the bed of its glass she could see her old life
Her two older sisters and a dad with no wife

She watched them each day as impossible grew
And a new set of feelings settled to brew
The beasts mood had softened, they became friends
Belle saw who he was through a whole different lens

Wonderfully kind, considerate and sweet
Though he had long angry fangs and fur on his feet
Belle missed her family and all of her friends
But loved lingering talks with their long-lasting ends

She enjoyed his perspective, he was funny and smart
He had a big brain and a much bigger heart
He asked for her hand, even begged for a YES!
Beast wanted Beauty, not a molecule less

She liked him a lot, but marriage? Not sure
A yes to forever, meant love must be pure
The beast’s heart was shattered, mashed into pulp
He shook and then sauntered, then left with a gulp

The air grew quite bitter, Beast’s feelings went brittle
At Belle’s refusal to meet his committal
She went to her room, then picked up the mirror
To look at her family and make them feel nearer

She drew in her breath, then swallowed a cry
Her heart started thudding, her face remained dry
Daddy was dying – the mirror displayed
And twisted the knife in the choice that she made

She had to find Daddy, had to head home right now
Had to do it that second, she didn’t care how
Beast entered the bedroom, upset on his lips
The silence between them like two passing ships

“What’s wrong?” he growled, in a rolling low rumble
“My father,” she gasped with a whispering mumble
She showed him the mirror, and her father in bed
Barely a breath and just inches from dead

“I must go to see him,” Beauty Belle pleaded
Begging for license that she truly needed
“NO!” the beast thundered in boiling rage
Reminding Belle of reality’s cage

She fell to her knees, shaking and sobbing
Her eyes were all wet and her insides were throbbing
“Just one week,” she swore, “and I never lie
But I have to be there if my dad’s gonna die”

Something inside Beast shattered to pieces
And flooded his brow in a bucket of creases
“Okay,” he said, with an animal sigh
“7 days only!” then left with no bye

Belle galloped back home, then ran to her dad
Trying to hide a face swollen with sad
“Daddy!” she cried. He met her embrace
His slow beating heart quickly started to race

Belle stayed by his side and nursed him to strong
7 days flew and then went all month long
Once her father was well, Beauty realized the truth
To her beautiful beast she’d surrender her youth

“I must return to the castle,” Belle blurted out loud
She stood to her feet and she solemnly vowed:
“I love that monster, and see him as a man
And I want to marry him, and hope I still can”

She arrived at the castle, Beast was near death
Twisted in agony and gasping for breath
Belle ran to his side, then cradled his head
She couldn’t imagine a life with him dead

“I love you, I love you,” she repeated in time
I want to get married, want you to be mine
Beast opened his eyes, then fixed them on Belle
Suddenly surrounded in a magical spell

His mane disappeared, his teeth shrank in size
He stared at beautiful Belle with a set of new eyes
“I’ve longed for this moment,” a silky voice said
From a new handsome face on a new handsome head

“I suffered in secret, kept the truth hidden
I could not tell you, it was forbidden
Once I was ugly, inside not out
I had to earn beauty that traveled throughout

Only a woman, who loved me as I am
A flower with no bloom and only a stem
“I love you!” Belle said, “I love who you are!
In my eternity’s sky you’re the shiniest star”

The prince and new princess that day were married
And the Beast’s faded beastness was forever buried
Masses of roses filled air like the weather
The beauty Beast found was their new life together

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It’s Halloween and I can’t wait
For a million things to celebrate
I love this one day of the year
When I walk the darkness without fear

Creatures may creep and crawl through the night
With witches on broomsticks and wizards in flight
Vampires and werewolves, green men from space
Nothing could send the smile from my face

Armed with my empties, I head for the streets
On a candy safari, I’m gathering treats
House after house, I knock on each door
Begging and pleading, I want even more

Chocolaty, sugary, crunchity snacks
Filling not one, but all three of my sacks
Once I’m back home, I plow through my mound
My parents are pleading, “Won’t you slow down?”

I can’t, no I won’t. I want one of each kind
Maybe two, three or four. “Mine, I said mine!”
No one can stop me, I’m an eating machine
Until two hours later, I’m sick and all green

My stomach is heavy, a large bowling ball
You may not believe it, but I ate it all!
Please someone stop it, this horrible ache
I’ll make every vow that I know I must make

I promise, I swear, I’m super sincere
And that’s how I’ll stay until this time next year

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The skeleton was scary
“Would I lie to you?” he said
I stared at him, no flesh on bones
The dude was surely dead

I did not believe the voice, of course
Like daggers stabbing truth
He told me I was on the freeway
Flying past my youth

Beauty fades, vanilla skin
Can one day fade to gray
Live each hour knowing you
Cannot repeat a day

Don’t fly through your life
Too hyperactive to enjoy
The best of life is possible
For every girl and boy

Squander time, you’ll have a thorn
Beneath your being, it’s true
The skeleton said I could do it
His final words were, “I dare you!”

Writer Dad

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Every day I sit in school
Doodling drawings, dribbling drool
I stare outside at silent sky
And start a string of endless whys

Too much to ponder, countless are queries
So I wonder and wander and think up new theories
These are today’s, the ones tickling my brain
Endlessly dropping like buckets of rain

If you have some replies, really that’s great
But if you do not, well then I can relate
I don’t expect answers, the questions are fun
I’ll start at the top with today’s Number One:

When I say no to sleep am I resisting arrest?
Does a turkey taste better only when it is dressed?
When I daydream at dark, well what is that called?
If an eagle has feathers, then why is it bald?

I understand speed of light and I get speed of sound
But here’s a new thought I’ve been tossing around
Is there such a thing as momentum of stink?
I think that it’s possible, but what do you think?

And speaking of smell, well I’ve gotta ask
When there’s fragrance so foul that it begs for a mask
And it lingers about and you’re yelling, “P.U.!”
Well, I don’t know what that stands for. I wonder, do you?

If there were no sponges, would the ocean be deeper?
Do rabbits lay eggs only when it is Easter?
I know it’s my funny bone, but I’ve never laughed
If you write smooth when it’s warm, is it still a rough draft?

Can you cry underwater? How can new be improved?
Do fortune cookies expire? Can a mountain be moved?
Were there woodpeckers riding inside Noah’s Ark?
Why is the fridge so well lit if the freezer is dark?

If every rule has exception, is there exception to that?
If donuts were square, would they still make you fat?
How far east do you think one man could travel
Before his route would unwind and begin to unravel

And he found himself heading out westward instead
Half-way behind and half-way ahead?
If I soaked a raisin in water would it grapen right back?
Do all the colors together, do they really make black?

If an escalator gets broken, is it then only stairs?
Why isn’t honey sold in bees, yet always in bears?
Why are dogs noses wet? Would you prefer fortune or fame?
Which armrest is mine? What’s the devil’s last name?

Is there another word for thesaurus or only that one?
Do you see why these whys are such wonderful fun?
I love to ask questions, they make my mind bigger
Answers are fun to uncover and figure

Classrooms are nice, but exploration is key
There’s no better way to unlock the inside of me

Writer Dad

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