"She Loves the Rain" - written & performed by Bronwyn Edwards Cryer, from "She Loves the Rain" (2005)
(song by mother about daughter)
CONTACT Bronwyn Edwards Cryer (email) SirenSong Productions 206-938-3820 office
PO Box 46457
Seattle WA 98146-0457
THE RATTLESNAKE
Among the pile of gray rocks
she lays in this arid
place tonight
She's hungry for her dinner,
Her devilish, yellow eyes stare
out into the desert
Creep, Creep, Squeak, Squeak
Ahh! Dinner has arrived
As she crawls out of the pile of rocks
(slithering silently as she goes) ...
...Yum tasty, now tonight, satisfied,
slithers off to her nest with a grin on
her face...
...Rattle, Rattle
GOD'S MARBLES
God's got marbles,
In fact, he has ten
He keeps them in a black case
So he can get to them.
And his marbles
They all have names
And God he loves his marbles
He loves to play marble games!
His best one
Is called the Sun.
His second best is Jupiter.
His third he calls Saturn.
His fourth favorites are tied so
He called 'em Neptune and Uranus.
He loves Mars, Mercury, Venus, and Pluto.
But the one He cares for most,
He keeps on his girth.
It's his favorite,
He calls it EARTH.
YOU CAN'T SKATEBOARD IN BASKETBALL SHOES
It all happened in a blur,
And it came with a punch of shock.
When the fourteen year old on his skateboard
Hit the shiny, white mailbox.
He flew through the air,
Landing in the street.
He rubbed his skinned elbow,
His wipeout now complete.
Maybe he should have gotten
Those overpriced skateboard shoes.
And perhaps he wouldn't have suffered
The skateboard wipeout blues.
So what's the lesson learned
About which and what to choose.
Of course you should now know
You can't skateboard in basketball shoes.
YOU MISSED... YES, I'M STILL HERE
It's all about the timing,
One-two-three.
It's all about the swing,
Easy and carefree.
So I raised my club back
Up behind my head.
I let it go toward the ball,
But it looked at me and said:
"You missed... yes, I'm still here.
And I think you broke a rule.
Goodness, you're the worst,
You're golfing like a fool!"
"Thanks," is what I said
As I raised my club up high.
I let it loose and the ball sprung up,
Way up into the sky.
IF LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS
If life gives you lemons,
What do you do?
Do you throw them away,
Scrunch your nose, and go "Eew?!?"
No, silly child,
I know you're cheery and gay.
But if life gives you lemons,
You make lemonade.
THE MORNING SUNRISE
Against the stained walls of steel,
Purple, orange, and red streak the morning.
An American flag presses the colored sky,
With a blotch of pride.
Shadows bounce off the metal structures,
With joyful laughs.
The sun rises up out of his hiding place,
And after a night of hiding,
He is the seeker.
THE SEASHORE STORM
A gull takes heed of
a deep sea breeze and
avoids flying by night.
An offshore wind stirs
up, causing crabs
to fright.
The trees sway and
the waves roar, the
lighthouse keeps watch.
The rocks seem to groan
and the sand seems to
moan.
A storm brews in
the night.
MICE
by Rose Fyleman
I think mice
Are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about the house at night.
They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems to like them much.
But I think mice are nice.
SIR SMASHAM UPPE
by E. V. Rieu
Good afternoon, Sir Smasham Uppe!
We're having tea: do take a cup!
Sugar and milk? Now let me see-
Two lumps, I think?...Good gracious me!
The silly thing slipped off your knee!
Pray don't apologize, old chap;
A very trivial mishap!
So clumsy of you? How absurd!
My dear Sir Smasham, not a word!
Now do sit down and have another,
And tell us all about your brother-
You know, the one who broke his head.
Is that poor fellow still in bed?-
A chair-allow me, sir!...Great Scott!
That was a nasty smash! Eh, what?
Oh, not at all: the chair was old-
Queen Anne, or so we have been told.
We've got at least a dozen more:
Just leave the pieces on the floor.
I want you admire our view:
Come nearer to the window, do;
And look how beautiful...Tut, tut!
You didn't see that it was shut?
I hope you are not badly cut!
Not hurt? A fortunate escape!
Amazing! Not a single scrape!
And now, if you have finished tea,
I fancy you might like to see
A little thing or two I've got.
That china plate? Yes, worth a lot:
A beauty too...Ah, there it goes!
I trust it didn't hurt your toes?
Your elbow brushed it off the shelf?
Of course: I've done the same myself.
And now, my dear Sir Smasham - Oh,
You surely don't intend to go?
You must be off? Well, come again.
So glad you're fond of porcelain!
THE PEOPLE UPSTAIRS
by Irene Gough
The people upstairs, the people upstairs
They make such a noise you would think they were bears
The way that they gnaw! The timber they swallow!
It's no wonder that so many gum trees are hollow.
When trees drip with silver, when thorn scrub lies dim,
When the magpie is singing his earliest hymn,
At dawn with the thunder of beasts on the hoof
They gallop for fun on the galvanized roof!
We complain, but can send them no bill for repairs,
We cannot get rid of the possums upstairs.
Bronwyn Edwards Cryer has released two studio CDs entitled "Late Bloomer" (2004) and "She Loves the Rain" (2005). For more information on Bron's songwriting, please visit www.bronsongs.com
"Late Bloomer" is available for online purchase at CDBaby.com, and all songs on the CD are available for digital download.
"She Loves the Rain" is available for purchase online at CDBaby.com
