On Toys in Bed

As sleep is likened to death,

I liken my son to Tutankhamen. 

On voyage to the world beyond. 

Each night clutching newly
treasured objects to the purpose: 

A boat to sail, a spaceship,

planes to fly. 

A beloved mate, a co-pilot.

A kitchen implement, for sword,
or cooking on the journey?

A voyage on a nameless way, 

New, and negotiated each night alone. 

Toward a sea, overflowing with surprise.

Play, delight, feats impossible in gravity; 

Irritations mundane, feelings unbound.

Warm love remembered, 

Fears, the impossible, realized.

We lull him each in our way, at our turn.

Tell stories, Sing lullabies, 

hymns of Hermes. 

Give in to a bit of banter.

 By his side, we soften his grip on the oars, 

Allay swells of anxiety - we gods of his sea.  

Darkness, the void, overtakes his vessel. 

Until morning, king. Go in peace, 

We wish you safest passage. 

Minnesota

On a boat that floats
that floats through the air
I'm flying to Minnesota.

I spin the propellers
on top and in back.
Its sails are my wings.
On a starboard tack,
I'm flying to Minnesota

First skip on the river,
the great Mississippi,
I'll pop o'er the falls
in Park Minnehaha,
Nokomis, and Harriet
to Lake Calhoun,
Around me spring,
some weeks before June,
yes I'm flying to Minnesota.

While Fall is amazing
if you've never been,
the Spring is enchanting.
The ice is all melting.
The humans are blooming,
along with the crocus,
I'm flying to Minnesota

My loved ones all will be waiting
we'll dine and enjoy a show.
A play, or a concert,
a dance or a game.
They live in my heart,
far too many to name.
Yes, I'm flying to Minnesota.

Busy Bee Song

Buzz Buzz,
Busy, busy bee.
Pollenating flowers
on the tree tree tree...

Buzz Buzz,
Busy, busy bee.
Nectar from the flowers
Makes sweet honey!

The Bubble Trouble Song

Chorus: I've got bubble-bubble-bubble-bubble
trouble trouble troubles
whoops, I spilt my bubbles!

I've got bubble-bubble-bubble-bubble
trouble trouble troubles
whoops, I spilt my bubbles.

I've got bubbles on the floor
bubbles on the chair
I wanted all my bubbles in the air air air
but then I slipped, and then I spilt my bubbles, everywhere.

Chorus:
I've got bubble-bubble-bubble-bubble...

I've got bubbles on my pants
and bubbles in my hair
I wanted to make bubbles over here and there,
but then I slipped and then I spilt my bubbles, everywhere.

Chorus:
I've got bubble-bubble-bubble-bubble...

I went to clean them up and suds got everywhere
I slipped on all the suds and hit my derriere
Now I'm covered in suds and
I've bubbles, everywhere!

Chorus:
I've got bubble-bubble-bubble-bubble...

The Swing at Dusk

Swinging in the twilight breeze,
I sing along with the arching trees.

Stars come twinkling past the blue,
the sun bids one and all adieu.

I long to stay and swing all night.
I sing, a bird in joyous flight.

An astronaut, i'm counting down,
to rocket back above the ground.

The chains, they squeal.
My soul it shouts, and whoops,
and yells, I let it out!

I race the sunset, never win.
My prize, an everlasting grin.

:)

I'm going to put a grin
Right above your chin,
Right below your nose,
When I tickle your toes!

Rose Red Bridge

Across the Rose Red Bridge I jog,
Inside the mist and through the fog.
A long low horn warns ships below,
The bridge moves softly, to and fro,
Cars in the middle, trucks to the side.
Safely through the air we glide.
While just beyond me, hills of trees
Bend to heed the ocean breeze.
Flares behind the clouds take flight.
They dazzle to the waves' delight!
My own heart beams across the blue,
As this bridge takes me home to you.