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I could be a ballerina one day
I could really put on a play
I could run and jump and prance
I could really start to dance
I could be a ballerina one day!

I could be the president one day
For all my meals I wouldn't have to pay
I would march and salute
I would wear a nice silk suit
I could be the president one day!

I could be a gardener one day
I could have lots of fresh flowers in May
I could water, I could plant
Even though I'd start to pant
I could be a gardener one day!

I could be an astronaut one day
To go up is my only way
Up there in the sky
I could float and I could fly
I could be an astronaut one day!

Mommy Song

I love my mommy and mommy loves me
We are a special, happy family
I love her and love her and love her and love
I wonder if it hurt when she fell from above

Santa's Surprise

I wrote this poem tonight while sitting on my Mommy's lap. She wrote it down for me.

Once upon a time
In Jackson, “M.I.”
When all the kids were tucked in their beds
With caps on their heads
A girl named Elizabeth heard a strange sound
Coming from the rooftop—a tap and a pound
She got out of bed and went through the hall
Crept around the corner and then heard a call
Then she heard another sound
When two feet hit the fireplace ground
With big tall black boots and fine curly laces
Next came a bag of nicely laced cases
Then there was light and this light was red
“How is that, Santa?” a squeaky voice said
“Very good, Rudolph! Thanks for the light.
Tonight was real super! We had a great flight.”
Elizabeth stared at the fireplace and before she could count
A man with a beard and a snowcap stepped out
Elizabeth gasped and ran to her room
But it didn’t take long—she came back soon
Then what she saw was not what she thought
The cookies and milk were not in their spot
Santa wasn’t there and the red light was gone
Elizabeth sighed ‘cause something felt wrong
She went back to bed and had a small pause
Then what she said was, “Goodnight Santa Claus!”

The Snack

Once I ate a can of something
I didn't know what it was
I guess whatever was in it
Had a little bit of fuzz
It also had a bit of funk
A little something that smelled like skunk
I didn't really like it but I was satisfied
My brother said he liked it but I really think he lied

No Day is Perfect

Every day in my world--
There's a single drop of rain
Like the real world, a day is never perfect--
There might be a smudge or stain
Some days can be close to perfect
In a world you can think of a rainbow
Or a rain cloud
Its your choice to select

Open Mind

In some place you know of, you have an open mind
Have a good day and a bad day to push behind
Someday yours will come to you
Your imagination will see you through
So, let go of the chain--open your mind
Open the world in you that's so wonderful and kind

Outer Space

Outer Space--I love that place
That's where I want to go
Three days? Oh, my! I didn't know
That rocket ship goes way too slow
I need to go and fix it
I'll need a paper clip and twixit
Some paste and tape and maybe glue
Oh, yes. That's what I'll do!

The Monster in my Closet

The monster in my closet
I can see his two big eyes
He’s probably there all day—all night
Just hiding in disguise
Oh! This gives me quite a fright
Mommy! Mommy, hold me tight!
When I’m sleeping he can tear out my hair!
Thank goodness . . . it’s my teddy bear!

Food

Food can be yummy or old
Food can be good or covered with mold
Food can be hard or easy to hold
Some food is bad for you (like salty things I am told)
Food can be all colors—red, green and gold
Food can be weak and food can be bold
Food can be hot and food can be cold
If you work at a store you get cash because all that food is sold!

The Cricket Parade

Once there was a cricket parade
They heard a band so they sat in the shade
With the music so calm, then so loud!
Making the crickets proud, proud, proud.
But the music got so slow
The crickets starting chirping because . . . I think we all know

Here We Come Chicago

(I wrote this poem on the train ride to Chicago. I don't know why I put the line about kiwi. I guess it makes it kinda funny)

My mom is drooling.
Can she see me?
This is way too serious to me.
Maybe next year we can go to Tennessee.
But, wait a minute!
We’re allergic to kiwi. Or are we?
This is fun. This is cool.
My brother is sleeping—he’s covered with drool.
My dad is sleeping. Or is he dead?
I don’t know. Yeah! He moved his head.
Can you see the lake in it?
They have delicious food like bubba gump shrimp.
Yes siree! Tee hee. Let me see.
There’s big bright lights!
It’s really big.
We’re going to Chicago.
It’s right there, can’t you see?
Let me tell you about her, yes siree!
Hello shopping spree!

Someone is Coming!

Listen good—listen clear
Listen . . . someone’s coming near
Are they over the mountains?
Are they over the hills?
Are they hiding behind the wagon wheels?
Are they through the trees?
Oh! Hold me tight!
I now wonder . . . are they in our sight?
I hear a honk . . . look, there they are!
Oh my goodness! It’s my dad in his car!

The Sky Band

The sky band is very slow
There are no colors—white as snow
The teddy bear is on his drums
The monkey man can point his thumbs
My friend sees planes and so do I
And a bug on a leaf—maybe he’ll fly
I see some bees—okay, only one
My friend sees five
And I see the sun!

Do-Do-Do

Some people don’t believe that I can fly
Some people just want to touch the sky
Some believe I’m a sweetheart
Do-do-do
Kick it up at noon at the rodeo
I’ll put on a wonderful show
I’ll round ‘em up, I’ll touch the sky
I’ll crack this nut and walk on by
Some people believe I can’t climb a tree
Some people just keep starring at me
Do-do-do

A Poem for You

Life is a danger
Is a knife
Is a risk
Is a wonderful piece of a puzzle
Love is Your life
For us

The Twiddle Out My Window

One night you sing of twiddle-dee
To sing that night of magic thee
But the whistle sound of pushing power
It does not come this very hour
You say your prayers then say goodnight
The twiddle-dee from my window sight
I love to sing of twiddle-dee
From the pushing power—the mouth of me
I whistle to make this beautiful sound
The magic love is finally found

Spring is Sneaking Up on Me

Spring is sneaking up on me
It is sneaking behind that tree
Look for tree buds—growing pears
Look for bunnies, growling bears
Listen careful, listen good
I see birdies fly—I wish I could!
Spring is funny sometimes with the fun
Spring is sneaky—just like the sun
It stays longer every night
The moon is sneaking at its height
Summer’s sneaking—now I know
After this comes fall . . . then snow

Magic

I love to read
My Father is like me
Because He’s always happy
I glow at you
See it in the night
Imagine every day
If magic was that
Go, wish, fly, dream . . .
Together
With Family