October 29, 2010

Little Orphan Annie, by James Whitcomb Riley

As could both my boys by the time they were six or seven.



Because I would scare the heebie-geebies out of them by reciting it over




and over






and over  




with great dramatic flourish.


   


Even though it scared them.      Terribly.




Because it was so dramatic.  And I loved it.






And I knew all of the words.








And I loved it.          And knew all of the words.  Oh, I said that.






And at the drop of a hat, or candy corn,  I would recite it.




And I would do it for you now.




But since you are not here




And I am not there




This little pumpkin will do it for me.  (Though, my rendition is ever so much
better       and scarier        and more dramatique.  Still...


HAPPY HALLOWEEN

from 

P O T A G E R

(If for some reason you cannot see the video, please return to the home page of P O T A G E R and play it from there.  Enjoy everyone!)

2 comments:

  1. Luv it! The only poem I can recite is The Owl and the Pussycat. Thanks for sharing. Happy Halloween :)

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