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!)
Labels: Halloween, Linda's Library
I have a little gift for you, my dears. This poem, Little Orphan Annie, by James Whitcomb Riley is both a source of great pride and shame for me. You see, dear readers, I can recite all of the words in EVERY stanza of this epic poem, with appropriate dramatic flair.
