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Reach for the stars, may all of your dreams come true!
~Choose A Wish~
Choose a wish, find a dream
Pick a wishing star
Let your hopes and spirits soar
High and free and far.
Reach for the unreachable
Stretch to touch the sky
Know no dream you treasure
Is too far away or high.
Believe in the impossible
Then work and try and do
For only those who dare to dream
Can make a dream come true!
I see you found all the crayons.
I knew I'd find you here
getting everything ready.
~Believing In Yourself~
Believe in yourself,
in the power you have to control
your own life day by day.
Believe in the strength that you have deep inside,
and your faith will help show you the way.
Believe in tomorrow and what it will bring ---
let a hopeful heart carry you through,
For things will work out if you trust and
believe there's no limit to what you can do.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of!
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of!
"Come, My Little Children, Here Are..."
Come my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.
Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,
Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.
So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,
All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.
~Robert Louis Stevenson~
~The Unseen Playmate~
When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy and lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.
Nobody heard him, and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.
He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;
Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!
He loves to be little, he hates to be big,
'T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig;
'T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the others and never can win.
'T is he, when at night you go off to your bed,
Bids you go to sleep and not trouble your head;
For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,
'T is he will take care of your playthings himself!
~Robert Louis Stevenson~
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