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Waltzing with Bears

by Sandy Cash

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Jennifer slept in her little bed, With dreams of a rabbit in her little head. Jennifer’s rabbit, brown and white, Left the house and ran away one night, Along with a turtle and a kangaroo, And seventeen monkeys from the city zoo, And Jennifer too. They ran through the forest and they all held hands. They came to the ocean with the cookie crumb sands. They called it the sea of the very best dreams, And they all built a castle of the best moonbeams, And milky way streams. And there on the sand where the star fish play, The ship sailed in from the moonbeam bay, And they all went sailing on the starlight sea, Where they all had cookies with oolong tea, And Jenny had three. They danced on the decks of the red-sailed brig. The monkeys and the sailors did a whirling jig. Turtle played the fiddle and the rabbit played kazoo, And they bowed to each other as polite folks do. And Jenny bowed too. Then, “My!” said the turtle as the clock struck three, “The hour is growing very late for me.” “Not at all,” said the rabbit. “And I’ll tell you why, We still havn’t counted every star in the sky”. Said Jenny “Let’s try.” So they counted on the ship and they counted on the shore. They counted through the forest to the bedroom door. They counted in bed till they could count no more. Then they all fell asleep and the final score, Was a trillion and four. Yes the rabbit and the turtle and the kangaroo, And Jenny fell asleep like sleepy folks do, Just like you.
There was once a boy named Pierre Who only would say,”I don’t care!” Read his story, my friend, for you’ll find At the end that a suitable Moral lies there One day his mother said When Pierre climbed out of bed “Good morning, darling boy, you are my only joy” Pierre said, “I don’t care!” “What would you like to eat?” “I don’t care!” “Some lovely cream of wheat?” “I don’t care!” “Don’t sit backwards on your chair” “I don’t care!” “Or pour syrup on your hair” “I don’t care!” “You are acting like a clown” “I don’t care!” “And we have to go to town” “I don’t care!” “Don’t you want to come, my dear?” “I don’t care!” “Would you rather stay right here?” “I don’t care!” So his mother left him there His father said, “Get off your head Or I will march you up to bed!” Pierre said, “I don’t care!” “I would think that you could see” “I don’t care!” “Your head is where your feet should be!” “I don’t care!” “If you keep standing upside down” “I don’t care!” “We’ll never ever get to town” “I don’t care!” “If only you would say, I care” “I don’t care!” “I’d let you fold the folding chair” “I don’t care!” So his parents left him there They didn’t take him anywhere Now as the night began to fall A hungry lion paid a call He looked Pierre right in the eye And asked him if he’d like to die And Pierre said, “I don’t care!” “I can eat you, don’t you see?” “I don’t care!” “And you will be inside of me” “I don’t care!” “Then you’ll never have to bother” “I don’t care!” “With a mother and a father” “I don’t care!” “Is that all you have to say?” “I don’t care!” “Then I’ll eat you, if I may” “I don’t care!” So the lion ate Pierre Arriving home at six O’clock His parents had a dreadful shock! They found the lion sick in bed and cried “Pierre is surely dead!” They pulled the lion by the hair They hit him with the folding chair His mother asked, “Where is Pierre?” And the lion answered “I don’t care!” His father said, “Pierre’s in there!” They rushed the lion into town The doctor shook him up and down And when the lion gave a roar Pierre fell out upon the floor He rubbed his eyes and scratched his head And laughed because he wasn’t dead His mother cried and held him tight His father asked, “Are you allright?” Pierre said, “I am feeling fine Please take me home, it’s half past nine” The lion said, “If you would care To climb on me, I’ll take you there” Then everyone looked at Pierre Who shouted “Yes, indeed, I care!” The lion took them home to rest And stayed on as a weekend guest The moral of Pierre is, care
Mommy’s in the kitchen putting food in a great big box. Hurry, get dressed now, put on your shoes and socks! Daddy’s got a fishing rod, a baseball bat and a glove— Well, you know what that means—we’re gonna do something we love: We’re going on a picnic, We’re going way out of town. We’re going on a picnic Until the sun goes down. We’re gonna have hot dogs, popcorn, potato chips Out by a lake—you can take a dip. But don’t get lost in the woods like you did last year. Stay close enough so you can hear Your mommy and daddy calling you! We’re out on the road now, driving for a real long time. Wow, look at those mountains, great big hills to climb! There’s trees so tall that they tickle the man in the moon! We’re on a dirt road now; you know we’re gonna be there soon. (Chorus) Now we’re playing baseball—run for the pop-up fly! Daddy’s so strong he hit the ball right out of the sky! Billy caught a frog and he wants to bring him home, But Mommy said, “You leave that frog alone!— What’ll you feed him?” (Chorus) This is so much fun that I’m about ready to drop! Daddy took us all on a walk to a mountaintop. When we got back, we ate all the food we had. Next week, we’ve got a big surprise for Mom and Dad—guess what! Chorus… I’m right here, Ma—next to this bear! We’re going a picnic, We’re going way out of town. We’re going on a picnic Until the sun goes down!
Binker’s what I call him he’s a secret of my own, And Binker is the reason that I never feel alone. Playing in the nursery, or sitting on the stair, Whenever I am busy, Binker will be there. Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man, And Mommy is the best since the world began, And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan- But they can’t See Binker. Binker’s always talking, ‘cos I’m teaching him to speak He sometimes likes to do it in a funny sort of squeak, And he sometimes likes to do it in a hurtling sort of roar… And I have to do it for him Cos his throat is getting sore. Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man, And Mommy is the best since the world began, And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan- But they can’t See Binker. Binker’s brave as lions when we’re running in the park; Binker’s brave as tigers when we’re lying in the dark; Binker’s brave as elephants. He never, never cries… Except (like other people) when soap gets in his eyes. Oh, Daddy is is a Daddy, he’s a Daddy sort of man, And Mommy is the best since the world began, And Nanny is Nanny, and I even call her Nan- But they can’t See Binker. Binker isn’t greedy, but he likes good things to eat, So I have to say to people when they’re giving me a sweet, “Oh, Binker wants a chocolate, so could you give me two?” And then I eat it for him, Cos his teeth are kind of new. Well, I’m very fond of Daddy, but he sometimes goes away, And I’m awfully fond of Mommy, but she hasn’t time to play, And I’m often cross with Nanny when she tries to brush my hair… But Binker’s always Binker, and he’s certain to be there.
I drew a picture of a boy and his hair is blue He’s petting a rhinoceros, I made it just for you. I drew a picture of a chair, it had funny legs They are most unusual, they look like scrambled eggs. And in the chair is a boy, and his hair is blue… I drew picture of a room, the walls are jelly beans I used every color that I have ever seen I drew a picture of a house, the doors are opened wide I wanted it to be like that so I could look inside I drew a picture of a street, the sidewalk is all pink The trees have purple apples, it’s pretty there I think I drew a picture of a town, the buildings are so high Lots of people come and go, and wave as they go by I drew a picture of a state, it looks like a square There are trees and rivers scattered everywhere I drew a picture of a country such a lovely place The hills are polka dotted, with snowflakes made of lace I drew a picture of a world, the oceans are so blue I filled it up with all the things that I already drew
Chorus: He goes wa-wa-wa-wa, waltzing with bears. Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy bears too. There’s nothing on earth Uncle Walter won’t do. So he can go waltzing, wa-wa-wa waltzing, So he can go waltzing, waltzing with bears. I went to his room in the middle of the night, I tiptoed inside and I turned on the light. But to my dismay, he was nowhere in sight. And I’m sure Uncle Walter went waltzing that night (Chorus) We bought Uncle Walter a new coat to wear, But when he comes home it’s all covered with hair And lately I’ve noticed there are several new tears I’m sure Uncle Walter’s been waltzing with bears (Chorus) I told Uncle Walter that he should be good And do all those things that I said he should But I know that he’d rather be off in the wood I’m afraid that we’ll lose him, we’ll lose him for good (Chorus) I begged and we pleaded with UW to stay?” And I managed to keep him inside for a day. But the bears all barged in and they took him away. Now he’s dancing with pandas, and I can’t understand it ‘Cuz the bears all demand at least one waltz a day! Last night as the moon rose we crept down the stairs\ He took me outside where the bears have their lair We danced in a bear hug with nary a care It all feels like flying there is no denying But now my pajamas are covered with hair (Chorus)
There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many words Get out of town Get out, get out, get out of town And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack In a very unhappy frown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But in every place they said to his face Now get out, get out, 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 Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of weeds 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 With feathers all stubby and brown For in fact these birds in so many words said The best in town, the best, the best 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!
Please can I keep it – it followed me home It seems to be sad and alone Oh please can I keep it it’s friendly and shy And I don’t have a pet of my own Please please can I keep it it followed me home What exactly it is I don’t know Oh, please can I keep it, it’s lost and afraid and I’m sure it has nowhere to go I could find it a bowl and give it some food whenever it needs to be fed Or maybe I won’t have to – Look – It seems very smart, See It’s helping itself to our bread. Really helping itself to our bread. And some fruit All the fruit. Now the flowers and the vase (wow) Please can I keep it, its fur is so soft though I know it is shedding a lot It can sleep on my floor if it fits through the door it can sleep in the hallway if not Oh please please, please can I keep it, it’s thumping its tail. It has such a lovable whine, Oh please can I keep it Just look at those eyes I think it would love to be mine Oh I know it would love to be mine. And yours. Say yes, Oh, please… say yes… oh, please… please?
Only Four for a few more hours Only four for a single year Only four once in a lifetime Only four but five is near And you have played in the sunshine And you have danced out in the rain And you have laughed and you’ve cried sometimes And you have learned so many things You were three before, and you were two too You were one once and even a baby new You were a twinkle in your mama’s eye Now you’re a dream come true for this heart of mine And you will play in the sunshine And you will dance out in the rain And you will laugh and you’ll cry sometimes And you will learn so many things Only Four for a few more hours Only four for a single year Only four once in a lifetime Only four but five is near
Saturday summers, when I was a kid We’d run to the schoolyard and here’s what we did We’d pick out the captains and we’d choose up the teams It was always a measure of my self esteem Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first The last ones they picked were the worst I never needed to ask, it was sealed, I just took up my place in right field. Playing… [Chorus:] Right field, it’s easy, you know. You can be awkward and you can be slow That’s why I’m here in right field Just watching the dandelions grow Playing right field can be lonely and dull Little Leagues never have lefties that pull I’d dream of the day they’d hit one my way They never did, but still I would pray That I’d make a fantastic catch on the run And not lose the ball in the sun And then I’d awake from this long reverie And pray that the ball never came out to me Here in… [Chorus] Off in the distance, the game’s dragging on, There’s strikes on the batter, some runners are on. I don’t know the inning, I’ve forgotten the score. The whole team is yelling and I don’t know what for. Then suddenly everyone’s looking at me My mind has been wandering; what could it be? They point at the sky and I look up above And a baseball falls into my glove! Here in right field, it’s important you know. You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw, That’s why I’m here in right field, just watching the dandelions grow!
Hello Joanie, this is me; say I found that recipe for Orange cocoa cake, so Joanie get a pencil quick, because can You believe I’m by myself? Al’s at work, the kids are out They’re playing house, all three of them, they’re all out on the deck One half cup unsweetened cocoa, one half cup of boiling water Quarter cup of butter and a quarter cup of short’ning, Two cups sugar, one eighth teaspoon salt, teaspoon of vanilla One and one half teaspoons baking soda, ‘scuze me just a sec Dave, dear, I’m right over here Would you like some crackers and baloney Are you having fun? Don’t get too much sun. Please excuse me, while I talk to Joanie Two eggs Joanie, David, David, crackers dear, not malted milk balls In the cupboard, Joanie, one cup buttermilk or sour milk One and three fourths cups unsifted ring, baloney in the fridge Unsifted general purpose- David did you really check One and three fourths cups unsifted general purpose flour, Joanie There I finally got it out. Okay, David, malted milk balls Only five though- three fourths teaspoon grated orange peel A quarter teaspoon orange extract uh-oh, ‘scuze me just a sec Liz, Ben, I’m here in the den Would you like some crackers and baloney Are you having fun? Don’t get too much sun Please excuse me, while I talk to Joanie Joanie, one more eighth teaspoon of- Lizzie what’s the matter dear? Baking soda Joanie. Lizzie, don’t hit Benjie; that’s uncalled for That’s okay, Ben- Joanie three more tablespoons of buttermilk or Sour milk- oh, come here, Liz, what’s that on your neck? Now don’t worry, Liz, it’s only one real tiny tick. Someone, David, go and get the tweezers, Joanie, maybe in the bathroom Joanie, maybe we should- Ben, don’t cry, have one more malted milk ball Lizzie, mom’ll be right there, ‘scuze me just a sec Really gotta go, Joan, see about a tick, then we’re Gonna have a party with the neighborhood kids Then Lizzie has to go to an appointment at eleven And we’re takin’ Benjie too, because he has to buy a costume He’s in a play tomorrow over at the shul Isn’t that tomorrow, Benjie, Benjie, wheredja go, If it isn’t Ben remind me what’s your costume for tomorrow? I remember now, a hamantasch Lizzie can’t go, there’s a party in the park for all the People with pets, well you know, she gotta go to that ‘n Daddy gonna take her and the kitty in the Chevy After that, we have to reconnoiter over at the Big Boy I gotta go Joan, by the way d’ja ever Reconsider gettin’ married, having children of your own Turn the television down, your mother’s on the telephone Call you back Joan, too-da-loo


TO GET A PHYSICAL COPY OF THIS DISC CONTACT ME at sandy@sandycash.com. Why? Funny you should ask...

Sandy Cash for Kids! is a album of covers - songs that I did not write. Because the copyright belongs to the individual songwriters, I cannot offer downloads here. But I would be happy to send you a physical copy of the disc...for which all the relevant songwriters received payment.

Now, back to the description of the disc itself:

After many years of giving performances for children (more often than not with the help of one of my own), I put out “Waltzing With Bears” – a collection of my all-time favorite kids’ songs.*


released January 1, 2007

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Sandy Cash Israel

From the Midwest to the Middle East, American-born singer-songwriter Sandy Cash is a musical storyteller whose thoughtful – and theatrical – performance style is rooted in the songs on which she grew up back in her native Detroit.

Sandy draws on history and present-day politics, while exploring themes such as the sustaining love of family, a commitment to community, and a healthy sense of humor.
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