Look at daddy's little girl,walking the stage in her cap and gown
With a stretch limo waiting, just to drive her round the town
How fast elementary thru high school,has quickly come and went
Now it's on to college,and worth every penny spent
Just to give my precious baby , every chance i never had
And never ever should she,have to work as hard as dad
But look at this world as clay,for her mind to shape and mold
And stamp a delicate imprint,for all to touch and hold
Certainly not so she,can throw this it in one's face
But definitly so she can say, i helped make this a better place
That's all that dad has asked for,indeed it's always been his dream
Just to see baby girl make it,and become a player on this worlds team....
Showing posts with label children's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children's. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monkey Toes
Deep in the jungle, where the Nana Tree grows
Lived a young, little monkey who was ruled by his toes.
When mischief arrived, his head would say, “No!”
But each footy digit would say “Go, Monkey, go!”
He once saw a Nana pie cooling on a sill.
He knew it belonged to a toucan named Jill.
His noggin was saying it was a no-no,
But the ends of his feet desperately wanted to go
His eyes didn't look as his feet did their deed.
Of what his head said, his feet did not heed.
The pie was soon swinging from limb to limb
As he made his escape, pie in tow with him.
He swung and he climbed to the top of the trees,
When a nasal sensation caused him to sneeze.
Away towards the earth, the sweet dessert plunged.
The monkey cried out and for the pie he lunged.
He bounded and bounced hitting this branch and that,
But he wasn't in time to prevent a big splat.
To catch the pie, the monkey was too late.
That pie would not look good on anyone's plate.
When Jill the toucan found that her pie was not there
She let out a yelp 'cause of her robbery scare.
A knock from a hand the size of a needle
Was rapped on Jill's door by a rhinoceros beetle.
“Hello, Mrs. Beetle”, the big beaked bird sobbed,
“I can't talk right now, for I was just robbed!”
The beetle replied, “I saw the whole thing.
The identity of the culprit to you I bring.”
“The monkey who lives with us here in this tree
I saw take the pie and then hastily flee.
He went that-a-way toward the top of the tangles
And between his feet your pie precariously dangles.”
“I lost him as soon as he passed that big leaf,
But if you hurry you might be able to nab that thief.
I tell you that monkey has far passed the last straw,
And now he thinks he can break any old law.”
The bird interrupted with a polite “thank you”
And a hasty and questionably pronounced “adieu”.
Jill took to wing toward the monkey's escape
To give a piece of her mind to that naughty ape.
She soon heard a whimper far down below.
To whom it belonged, she wanted to know.
It belonged to the monkey who had stolen her pie,
So, she flew down closer to discover what she might spy.
The monkey was weeping and Jill heard him proclaim
That his naughty toes were the villains to blame.
The colorful bird landed by the primate.
She decided not to be coarse or irate.
Jill put a wing on the young monkey's shoulder,
And the monkey cried and sobbed as he told her,
“I'm so very sorry from the depths of my soul,
But, when it comes to my toes, I am not in control.”
“My head was telling me 'No, Monkey, No!'
But my toes soon changed it to 'Go, Monkey, go!'”
Jill understood the poor monkey's plight.
She hugged him and told him that it was all right.
Jill had some advice to bestow on the youth,
And you better believe that it was the truth.
“When considering mischief, don't think of the act
Think of the victim and how they may react.”
“Speaking as one familiar with your hijinks
I can tell you undeniably that it really stinks.
I worked very hard on my sweet Nana pie,
But when it went missing I couldn't help but cry.”
“But come along back to our big Nana Tree,
And you can start to make it up to me.
We'll bake a new pie, the two of us, together.
There's no misunderstanding that true friends can't weather.”
“Next time, promise me you'll use your head
And not your mischievous toes instead.
Because, as everyone in the jungle knows,
You should listen to your head, not your monkey toes.”
Lived a young, little monkey who was ruled by his toes.
When mischief arrived, his head would say, “No!”
But each footy digit would say “Go, Monkey, go!”
He once saw a Nana pie cooling on a sill.
He knew it belonged to a toucan named Jill.
His noggin was saying it was a no-no,
But the ends of his feet desperately wanted to go
His eyes didn't look as his feet did their deed.
Of what his head said, his feet did not heed.
The pie was soon swinging from limb to limb
As he made his escape, pie in tow with him.
He swung and he climbed to the top of the trees,
When a nasal sensation caused him to sneeze.
Away towards the earth, the sweet dessert plunged.
The monkey cried out and for the pie he lunged.
He bounded and bounced hitting this branch and that,
But he wasn't in time to prevent a big splat.
To catch the pie, the monkey was too late.
That pie would not look good on anyone's plate.
When Jill the toucan found that her pie was not there
She let out a yelp 'cause of her robbery scare.
A knock from a hand the size of a needle
Was rapped on Jill's door by a rhinoceros beetle.
“Hello, Mrs. Beetle”, the big beaked bird sobbed,
“I can't talk right now, for I was just robbed!”
The beetle replied, “I saw the whole thing.
The identity of the culprit to you I bring.”
“The monkey who lives with us here in this tree
I saw take the pie and then hastily flee.
He went that-a-way toward the top of the tangles
And between his feet your pie precariously dangles.”
“I lost him as soon as he passed that big leaf,
But if you hurry you might be able to nab that thief.
I tell you that monkey has far passed the last straw,
And now he thinks he can break any old law.”
The bird interrupted with a polite “thank you”
And a hasty and questionably pronounced “adieu”.
Jill took to wing toward the monkey's escape
To give a piece of her mind to that naughty ape.
She soon heard a whimper far down below.
To whom it belonged, she wanted to know.
It belonged to the monkey who had stolen her pie,
So, she flew down closer to discover what she might spy.
The monkey was weeping and Jill heard him proclaim
That his naughty toes were the villains to blame.
The colorful bird landed by the primate.
She decided not to be coarse or irate.
Jill put a wing on the young monkey's shoulder,
And the monkey cried and sobbed as he told her,
“I'm so very sorry from the depths of my soul,
But, when it comes to my toes, I am not in control.”
“My head was telling me 'No, Monkey, No!'
But my toes soon changed it to 'Go, Monkey, go!'”
Jill understood the poor monkey's plight.
She hugged him and told him that it was all right.
Jill had some advice to bestow on the youth,
And you better believe that it was the truth.
“When considering mischief, don't think of the act
Think of the victim and how they may react.”
“Speaking as one familiar with your hijinks
I can tell you undeniably that it really stinks.
I worked very hard on my sweet Nana pie,
But when it went missing I couldn't help but cry.”
“But come along back to our big Nana Tree,
And you can start to make it up to me.
We'll bake a new pie, the two of us, together.
There's no misunderstanding that true friends can't weather.”
“Next time, promise me you'll use your head
And not your mischievous toes instead.
Because, as everyone in the jungle knows,
You should listen to your head, not your monkey toes.”
Friday, September 2, 2011
Daddys Love
I may not be able to buy all the things other kids get.
But I promise to give all the love some daddys never give.
I promise to be there as long as I live.
No matter how hard times get.
Ill never leave your side ill never walk away.
I promise to be all I can be I just pray.
your future holds something better then mine.
Cause the only success I had is being with you all the time.
I just wish I could provide for you like your mother does.
cause she works so hard like no other does.
And though I may not be the wealthiest guy.
I promise to give you the love money could never buy.
in my heart from beginning to end.
Daddys lil girl daddys lil man my bestfriend.
But I promise to give all the love some daddys never give.
I promise to be there as long as I live.
No matter how hard times get.
Ill never leave your side ill never walk away.
I promise to be all I can be I just pray.
your future holds something better then mine.
Cause the only success I had is being with you all the time.
I just wish I could provide for you like your mother does.
cause she works so hard like no other does.
And though I may not be the wealthiest guy.
I promise to give you the love money could never buy.
in my heart from beginning to end.
Daddys lil girl daddys lil man my bestfriend.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Daddy's Little Girl
Look at daddy's little girl,walking the stage in her cap and gown
With a stretch limo waiting, just to drive her round the town
How fast elementary thru high school,has quickly come and went
Now it's on to college,and worth every penny spent
Just to give my precious baby , every chance i never had
And never ever should she,have to work as hard as dad
But look at this world as clay,for her mind to shape and mold
And stamp a delicate imprint,for all to touch and hold
Certainly not so she,can throw this it in one's face
But definitly so she can say, i helped make this a better place
That's all that dad has asked for,indeed it's always been his dream
Just to see baby girl make it,and become a player on this worlds team....
With a stretch limo waiting, just to drive her round the town
How fast elementary thru high school,has quickly come and went
Now it's on to college,and worth every penny spent
Just to give my precious baby , every chance i never had
And never ever should she,have to work as hard as dad
But look at this world as clay,for her mind to shape and mold
And stamp a delicate imprint,for all to touch and hold
Certainly not so she,can throw this it in one's face
But definitly so she can say, i helped make this a better place
That's all that dad has asked for,indeed it's always been his dream
Just to see baby girl make it,and become a player on this worlds team....
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
The Coming
The road to get to you seems impossible
but I keep walking down it,
praying for a different path to open
that will lead me closer to you.
I have never met you, seen your face,
or touched your tiny hands, but I dream of the day I might.
I would give my life for you
even though we have never met.
I long to hear you breathe.
Soon hopefully the road will lead me to you...
What road... the road of life.
-Angela K. Fetterolf
but I keep walking down it,
praying for a different path to open
that will lead me closer to you.
I have never met you, seen your face,
or touched your tiny hands, but I dream of the day I might.
I would give my life for you
even though we have never met.
I long to hear you breathe.
Soon hopefully the road will lead me to you...
What road... the road of life.
-Angela K. Fetterolf
Monday, June 13, 2011
wasted Children
Some children are unwanted.
They just get born that way.
It was not what they asked for:
They did not have a say.
They end up lost and lonely,
Longing to be loved.
Only wanting to be held,
They end up being shoved
Out into the darkness,
Out into the cold.
They want someone to see them;
They just want a hand to hold.
Her tiny hands are folded;
Her little head is bowed;
She’s talking to Jesus;
She’s asking Jesus how
God sits in his heaven
Sees the children here below,
And lets them go on crying,
And lets them suffer so.
Why are the children wasted—
Like garbage thrown away?
Doesn’t God even listen
When wasted children pray?
They just get born that way.
It was not what they asked for:
They did not have a say.
They end up lost and lonely,
Longing to be loved.
Only wanting to be held,
They end up being shoved
Out into the darkness,
Out into the cold.
They want someone to see them;
They just want a hand to hold.
Her tiny hands are folded;
Her little head is bowed;
She’s talking to Jesus;
She’s asking Jesus how
God sits in his heaven
Sees the children here below,
And lets them go on crying,
And lets them suffer so.
Why are the children wasted—
Like garbage thrown away?
Doesn’t God even listen
When wasted children pray?
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