Dr. Herbert Benjamin
There’s a story in the thunder,
And the-wind that nests inside a rowboat’s sail.
Every peach’s fuzz is waving,
Snails are staving off some craving,
Every single thing there is, has some sweet tale.
Wondrous deeds are in each story,
But the deeds do you the glory,
It’s for you alone that every story’s told.
Every character’s adventure
Wants approval, fears your censure,
It’s for you that heroes really are so bold.
Every stick and stone is singing.
Earth, sea and sky are ringing
With invitation to a pleasant game.
What you wish comes out of hiding,
Let magic do the guiding,
Just listen for each small thing’s magic name.
Every thing has its true magic,
And wouldn’t it be tragic
If you didn’t let it make you glad and gay?
Wonders are there waiting for you,
All the world wants to adore you,
And you only have to let it, any day.
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