Maybe Set them up in a line and in the last a surprise you'll find.

Give each child a milkweed pod to take outdoors on a windy day. Help them carefully open the pods, and encourage the children to hold them high above their heads or run with them so the milkweed fairies can fly free! Circle time is a good time to enjoy the following fingerplay: In a milkweed cradle all close and warm, (Place cupped hands together) Little seeds are hiding safe from harm. (Keep hands closed) Open wide the cradle now, hold it high. (Open cupped hands, raise them above your head) Come along wind, help them fly. (Sway open hands in the air)

Probably the most meaningful is from the song Caledonia: I have moved, and IÂve kept on movin Proved the points that I needed provin I lost the friends that I needed losin Found others on the way but seeing Desiderata reminded me of the Lampoon parody which I had not heard for a long time and although it's humorous, there's a lot of truth in there. Deteriorata You are a fluke of the universe You have no right to be here Deteriorata Deteriorata Go placidly amid the noise and waste And remember what comfort there may be In owning a piece thereof Avoid quiet and passive persons Unless you are in need of sleep Rotate your tires Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself And heed well their advice even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss.....and when Consider that two wrongs never make a right But that three do Wherever possible, put people on hold Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment And despite the changing fortunes of time, There is always a big future in computer maintenance You are a fluke of the universe You have no right to be here And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back Remember the Pueblo Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate Know yourself If you need help, call the FBI Exercise caution in your daily affairs, Especially with those persons closest to you That lemon on your left, for instance Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls Would scarcely get your feet wet Fall not in love therefore, it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth, the birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan And let not the sands of time get in your lunch Hire people with hooks For a good time call 606-4311... ask for "Ken" Take heart amid the deepening gloom That your dog is finally getting enough cheese And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot It could only be worse in Milwaukee You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back Therefore, make peace with your god Whatever you conceive him to be Hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal The world continues to deteriorate Give up You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here And whether you can hear it or not The universe is laughing behind your back ...... The recorded version is better than reading it. You might recognize the voice reading it. Here is a link that might be useful: National Lampoon

Penny, I think that poem was great about the boy in tux going to the dance. I am going to make a scrapbook for my son on his baseball season. He is a junior in high school and I have mainly newspaper articles to put in this book. I thought a nice poem in between pages or at the end would be appropriate. Since your last poem was so great can you think of one for me? Not too childish as he is 17 years old. He had a great baseball season as a pitcher and playing left field and also batting. If you need any other info let me know. Thank you