LaureatesKids

Magic Rainbow Bus

Let’s build a bus, a magic bus
that goes most any where,
a bus that floats just like a ship,
a bus that flies through air.
A bus that climbs the mountains high
and even submarines
to take us to the ocean’s depths
and things we’ve never dreamed.

Let’s name our bus, The Rainbow Bus,
for people who have dreams
of a world where children never cry
and bad is never seen.
And let’s make sure that every child
will always have a ride
to places where our dreams come true
and no one’s left outside.

Hop aboard the Magic Rainbow Bus, Ya’ll.

Daisy Pulls Up Roots

Daisy was a pretty thing,
lived in a flower pot.
Her days, they always were the same--
the sun, it shined a lot.

Then one day young Daisy said,
“I think I want to go,
pull up my roots, see the world
while I’m young enough to grow.”

“Don’t be silly,” the others said,
“You’re a flower, don’t you know?
And flowers never travel far,
unlike the winds that blow.”

But Daisy didn’t listen,
her mind was all made up,
so with her every ounce of strength
she pulled her roots all up.

Then she lay on the ground to wilt.

The other flowers laughed at her.
“We told you not to go.
Now you’ll die, your blooms will fade
and no more will you grow.”

And so young Daisy struggled there;
no more hope did have she.
The sun beat down to dry her stem
for all who passed to see.

But just then a little girl came passing by.

“Lookie Mommy, lookie there,
a flower on the ground.
If we leave it, it will surely die
as sure as it is found.”

“Mommy Dear,” the girl she said,
“Can we save it, can we please?”
And with those words her mother smiled
and said, “Yes,” to her pleas.

They gathered Daisy from the ground
and put her her in a cup,
gently placed her tired roots,
and with earth, filled it up.

Then they watered just enough
to quench Miss. Daisy’s thirst,
then walked away to carry her
around this big old Earth.

And Daisy lived happily ever after.

Freddie The Fisher-mouse

Freddie was a little mouse
who wanted to catch fish
but every time he cast his line
he never got his wish.
And then one day it happened,
a big fish took his bait,
tugged the line, pulled Freddie in,
and fish became his fate.

Poor Freddie, he never learned how to swim.

Sam Moose

I met a moose,
said his name was Sam.
I invited Sam to visit me;
Sam didn’t understand.
He followed me into my house
with everything he owned,
moved in, slept upon my couch,
and made himself at home.

Sam, he liked to eat a lot;
there was nothing he’d not try,
he munched the chairs, the carpet,
every house plant that I’d buy.
Sam lumbered ‘round, knocked things down;
Sam really made a mess,
and come time for his bathroom break...
Well I’m sure you can guess.

Sam wasn’t good with children,
he scared my own away,
an’ what a cost to feed him--
‘bout a hundred pounds a day.
And days when Sam got angry
he’d ram into my walls
knocking holes with his big rack
as he ran down my hall.

Sam didn’t like my TV set
so he stomped the thing to bits,
and if I was late a feedin’ him
Sam would throw big fits
so loud he woke the neighbors up
and they called the police,
but Sam would never pay my bail
or help with my release.

So let this be a lesson
if you ever meet a moose:
no matter how he begs or pleads
just leave him on the loose,
for if you bring him home with you,
you’ll get just what you get
for moose are better in the wild
and they don’t make good pets.

Stringfellow

Stringfellow, he was yellow
except when he was blue,
except when he was blazing red
or some forgotten hue;
except for when he turned to black
or when he turned to gray.
Stringfellow, he was yellow
almost everyday.

Under The Laureate’s Tree

Are there presents for me, under the tree?
Yes, under the Laureate’s tree.
Are there Christmas delights, stars, pretty lights?
Yes, under the Laureate’s tree.
Is there something for you, Sis, Brother too.
Yes, under the Laureate’s tree.
You’ll find a kind word, your dreams once unheard,
under the Laureate’s tree.

And as long as you can close your eyes and imagine
the Laureate’s tree will never come down.
Merry Christmas

Louie, The Christmas Slug

Louie, the Christmas slug,
said, “I want to lead the sleigh.
I want to be like Rudolph,
be a hero, save the day.”
But Santa said, “Slugs can’t lead.
You’d just be in the way.
Stick to what you do the best
and forget about the sleigh.”

Louie, the Christmas slug,
didn’t like that answer much.
He thought he knew a better way,
thought Santa’d lost his touch.
He thought, I’ve got a plan.
I’ll make young Rudolph sick
then take his place on Christmas Eve
when the fog is really thick.

Just how he did it no one knew
but Rudolph caught the flu.
He almost sneezed his whole head off.
And his tiny antlers too!
And then, well Louie did it.
His set his nose on glow
and Santa said, “I have no choice,
come on, Louie, go!”

Louie, he was feeling proud
as he climbed on Blitzen’s back.
He said, “I’ll do a good job, Guys,
light our path ‘til we get back.”
But what young Louie didn’t know
was it wasn’t Christmas Eve
and he would soon be back at home
wishing he had not deceived.

Louie, the Christmas slug,
sits alone there in his room
for a glow worm he can never be;
not tomorrow, never soon.
For Santa, he’d learned of his plan
then crossed him off the list,
put coal in Louie’s stocking,
and shook his mighty fist

saying, “Ho ho ho, you ought to know
not to pull a trick like that.
I know when you’ve been naughty.
I can always smell a rat.
But just in case you think I’m mad
here’s my answer, Ho ho ho,
it may not be you get to lead
but you still get to go.”

And Louie says,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”

Gobble, Gobble

Gobble, gobble. I'm all dressed and stuffed.
Gobble, gobble. I can't get enough.
Gobble, gobble. today's turkey day.
Gobble, gobble...
Oh no, I'm the bird!