Parents used to tell their kids
Just go outside and play
Now they’re scared to let them out
We lock them up all day
Parents used to give their kids
Active, sporty toys
A set of blocks, a rubber ball
For healthy girls and boys
Get outside and move around
Every boy and girl
Engage your body and your mind
And feel this living world
By Richard W. Bray
I like to eat a sandwich
With pickles and sardines
I step on every crack
And my room is never clean
You got a picture in your head
The guy I’m sposed to be
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me
I wear my jammies all day long
I sleep in a tuxedo
Take me out to dinner
And I’ll wear my brand new Speedos
A body needs some freedom
Wouldn’t you agree?
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me
Nobody should believe
What everybody knows
All the grownups bow to kings
Who don’t have any clothes
You got a picture in your head
The guy I’m sposed to be
I don’t care what anybody says
I’m just gonna be me
By Richard W. Bray
Hello Hello
It’s nice to meet you
I’m such a happy little girl
That’s my mommy
That’s my grandpa
It’s a happy sunshine world
I hope somebody loves you
Are you lucky
Just like me?
Everybody
Should be happy
I love everyone I see
by Richard W. Bray
everybody has a sparkle
light is what we are
every atom in your body
grew up inside a star
everybody has a sparkle
it isn’t hard to see
everybody’s got a dream
who they wanna be
folks who got a broken sparkle
damaged in the head
they want to kill your sparkle
cuz all their dreams are dead
do you know somebody
who’s angry sad and mean?
their figure barely sparkles
like a busted old machine?
gotta feed your sparkle
gotta nurture others too
gotta love your neighbor
to be the best you
by Richard W. Bray
A. Philip Randolph
The power of poco a poco
You fix your eyes and organize for years
The haters keep saying you’re loco
Then one day a brand new way appears
The power of poco a poco
The power of effort and time
The power of people together
The beauty of the hill is the climb
by Richard W. Bray
I’m a good little boy
And I always obey
They said “finish all the dishes”
So I threw them away
MommyDaddy told me
I’ve been a bad boy
I’m a walking tornado
I’m designed to destroy
I’m a good little boy
I never tell a lie
You’re feet smell like farts
And that’s an ugly necktie
MommyDaddy told me
I’ve been a bad boy
I should really be nice
But I gotta annoy
I’m a good little boy
Not a greedy little hog
That’s why I ate my dessert
And gave my dinner to the dog
MommyDaddy told me
I’ve been a bad boy
They feed me bread & water
They took away my toys
by Richard W. Bray
All is grand in Fancy Land
With towering mushrooms growing wild
There’s purple skies that mesmerize
And no one ever hurts a child
The unicorn band in Fancy Land
Plays heavenly tunes with a thundering beat
Wishes are granted and all is enchanted
And everyone has enough to eat
Hate is banned in Fancy Land
Everyone lives how they want to be
An endless sensation of happy creation
Where all the creatures are roaming free
You’re welcome to visit Fancy Land
As long as the magic lives inside you
With access forbid to all but kids
But grownups wanna go there too
by Richard W. Bray
Silly, eager, joyful
The ignorance of youth
I ain’t being gloomy
I’m just telling you the truth
Dreary dismal angry
With a double dose of mad
Beauty’s all around you
But you’re hiding in your sad
Silly losers dancing round
Pretending life is fair
Nothing really matters
And the universe don’t care
Grouchy grumpy nasty crusty
Cranky crabby sour
Angry peeved and surly
You’re complaining every hour
If you knew what I know
You’d lose than silly grin
Your life’ll end in misery
You’re never gonna win
Wrap your arms around a rainbow
Grab a moonbeam — hug a friend
Love’s the only thing
That makes you richer when you spend
by Richard W. Bray
I really like your auto
And the things it can do
We had one just like it
Back in 1962
My car does the dishes
Cooks my eggs and cuts my hair
It even does my taxes
And tells me what to wear
I really like your children
They’re not afraid to fail
They can even dress themselves
And they’ve never been in jail
My daughter goes to Harvard
Can you believe she’s only four?
Her brother just cured cancer
And he put an end to war
I really like your clothing
It’s so 1982
Your Member’s Only jacket
Is the perfect look for you
Everything I wear
Is from Paris or Milan
If the designer isn’t famous
I won’t even try it on
I really like your courage
You’re not afraid to drink
Nasty rustic water
Coming from your kitchen sink
Pure and pristine water
From a Himalayan spring
The Dalai Lama blessed it
It’s the only thing I drink
You’re my inspiration
You’re so gallant and carefree
You have the will to go on living
And you’re not even me
by Richard W. Bray
it’s ok not to talk
it’s ok not to listen
it’s alright to stand apart
investigate what’s in your heart
it’s ok not to talk
it’s ok not to listen
it’s alright to find your space
silence is a friendly place
it’s ok not to talk
it’s ok not to listen
it’s alright to disconnect
and energize your intellect
it’s ok not to talk
it’s ok not to listen
it’s alright to find your sphere
and take some time to disappear
by Richard W. Bray
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