(Based on the cadence and rhythm of “The Great Henry McBride,” By Dr. Seuss)
“It’s hard to be down,” said young Brady McBrown.
It’s impossibly possible to fake a frown.
When a fellow wakes up to a free day ahead,
he must kick off the sheets and spring from the bed.
No classes, no lessons, not even a bell.
No teacher to dictate, or lecture, or yell.
I’ll learn when I yearn and whiz when I wish.
I may look at a book, or cook up a fish.
There are so many things that would be so much fun.
It’s terribly hard to decide on just one.
I might go to the museum, perhaps, who knows?
I’ll take in the Monets, Manets and Van Goghs!
I could become a curator, a Master of Arts.
Or dig treasures from dirt and piece back the parts.
Yes! That’s what I’ll do. I’ll dig up a crown.
King crown-digger upper, Brady McBrown!
But now I’m not sure. Legos could be clever!
I’ll stack up a tower that goes on forever.
I could be an architect, maybe build a whole town!
Crown-digger, town-builder, Brady McBrown.
But why only two things? Say, I could do three!
I could put on my swimsuit and swim in the sea.
A deep sea diver! Yes! That’s what I’ll be!
Crown-digger, town-builder, diver McB.
And science is fun! So I’ll do that!
I’ll mix up a potion in a great big vat!
I’ll point to the map and pick a new place.
I’ll zoom in to cities and back out to space!
Or add up some numbers, divide them by ten.
I’ll count all the bird seed, then go feed the hen.
Then study some stars and the patterns they form.
Oh no! Those clouds! I think there’s a storm!
The rain’s pouring down like cats and dogs!
The puddles are filling with tadpoles and frogs!
I’ll stomp and stamp and jump in the muck!
Til my clothes are quite caked and my shoes are quite stuck!
The rain won’t stop me.
There are gifts to be known.
There is play to be played.
And seeds to be sewn.
On a day like today, with dreams in my head,
I can hardly wait to leap from the bed!
On a day like today, with dreams in your heart,
Today is your day! Where will YOU start?
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