It was an evening daydream...where I just floated back in time and space. I could smell the mushroom under brush.
It was an overcast day. The lush green was vivid. I was leaning out of the breezeway door looking at the forest walk around. Nana had a two wood plank walk made that arced in a circle and was accompanied by a skinny wood railing. The first building on this path was the outhouse. As a child, when I arrived for vacation at Otter Lake I would run the circular walk way. The boards would bend and heave, my bare feet worried about being pinched between the planks. Once there was a huge snake running ahead of me. I'm not sure who was more frightened. I never saw a snake run before. He took great loopy leaps and disappeared into the forest beyond the wooden path, where my little girl world ended.
then all the memories evaporated...I tried to coax them back but really they just escaped like the snake.
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I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
I’ve many a tale to tell
And though I’m a cobbler,
I’d say I tell them rather well
I’ll mend your shoes and I’ll fix your boot
when I have a moment free
when I’m not otherwise occupied
as a purple duck, or a mountain side,
or a quarter after three
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
Andersen, that’s me!
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
I bring you a fable rare
There once was a table,
who said “Oh how I’d love a chair”
And then and there came a sweet young chair
all dressed in a bridal gown
He said to her in a voice so true
“Now I did not say I would marry you
But I would like to sit down”
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
Andersen’s in town.
I write myself a note each day,
and I place it in my hat.
The wind comes by, the hat blows high
but that not the end of that
For ’round and ’round the world it goes
it lands here right behind myself,
I pick it up, and I read the note,
which is merely to remind myself
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
Andersen, that’s me!
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
My pen’s like a babling brook
Pemit me to show you, Dear Sir,
my very latest book
Now here’s a tale of a simple fool,
just glance at a page or two
You laugh “Ha Ha” but you blush a bit
For you realize while you’re reading it
That it’s also reading you
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
Andersen, that’s who!
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
and this is an April day
It’s full of the magic I need
to speed me my way
My pocket book has an empty look
I limp on a lumpy shoe
Or if I wish I am a flying fish,
or a millionaire with a rocking chair,
and a dumpling in my stew
I’m Hans Christian Andersen,
Andersen, that’s who!
They had the words wrong in a couple of places, so I deleted the first attempt of:
The Ugly Duckling
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds so many words
Said pfft! Get out of town
pfft, get out, pfft pfft get out, pfft pfft get out of town
So he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
And a flurry of eiderdown
That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
Butin every place they said to his face
Psst get out of here;
Psst get out, psst psst get out, psst psst get out of here
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear
All through the wintertime he hid himself away
All through the wintertime, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of reeds
Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
You’re a very fine swan indeed!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, you’re a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
I’m not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
Click, the best in town, click, the best, click click the best
Click click, the best in town
Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
Say who’s an ugly duckling?
Not I!
My how I loved Danny Kay...
his record played repeatedly at Otter Lake.
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