Hey! Get Off The Couch

I sat on the couch and just as I slouched, something bit my bum.

Could it be? Oh yes indeed! The couch had teeth and gums.

Mr. couch, I don’t mean to grouch, but did you just chew my cheek?

Indeed I did Mr. kid, you and I need to speak.

What the what, that’s nuts! Do I believe my ears?

Since when do couches talk? And since when do they bite rears?

I’m not a normal couch, he said, I’m a couch coach, you see

I coach kids to get off the couch instead of sitting on me

I tickle, I tweak, I squeeze and I squash. I punch, I pinch and I pull

I make people get off the couch and fill their dream cups full

Sorry silly sofa, I said, but I really need to rest

Besides, I need to sleep to dream. That’s how I dream best.

I’m afraid that’s out of order, I simply can’t let you sleep

I’m your guide to get outside, not lay here and count the sheep

Fine! I said, I’ll sleep on the floor, nothin’ you can do about that

So I sat on the ground and laid my head down, until I was completely flat

You look like lumber trying to slumber, you’ll never reach dreams at this pace

All of your dreams wont happen it seems, you’ll just stare off into space

The couch was right, my mind took flight and seemed to wishfully wander

I could not sleep. Not even a wink. So I stared into space to ponder

How big is space? Is it a place? Or does it go on forever…

I want to go, into space so I’ll know.  I should go on a space endeavor!

That’s when I knew, I had a dream that was new, and I would chase it all the way

Guess what Mr. Couch that made me say ouch? I will go to space one day!

Jolly good, as you should said the couch, as I ran out to chase my new dream

So did I make it to space? Well let’s just say... the view from the moon is supreme

Hey! Scratch that itch

I went to the doctor right after soccer. And said to him, “what’s up doc?”

I have this itch that’s been makin’ me twitch? And it’s been itchin’ me ‘round the clock.

Bugs in your bed? A hat on your head? Chickenpox under your chin?

A snake down your shirt? Grass in your skirt? Or poison ivy all over your skin?

Those make me itch, but not like this. This itch hasn’t turned red.

It’s more of an itch that turns on the switch to the light upstairs in my head.

Cake on your plate? Staying up late? Stuffed animals bigger than you?

Video games? Books with weird names? Or things that can turn your tongue blue?

Closer I think, to finding the thing, the thing that burns in my heart

It makes me feel like my ideas are ideal. It makes me feel like I’m smart

Hmmm, said the doc, it’s not as I thought. It’s bigger than that it seems.

This itch that you’ve got, we don’t see a lot. You’ve got a case of The Dreams.

Oh no, The Dreams? What does that mean? Am I a goner for sure?

What do I do? I haven’t a clue. Doc, is there even a cure?

Think of this thing that’s making you dream, the same thing that’s makin’ you twitch

Then do that thing, dream that dream and be sure to scratch that itch

Hey! Dreams Come True

Dreams can come differently

In all sorts of sorts

Some seem tall and lofty

And others come up short

Dreams can come from inside

In all kinds of kinds

Some come in your heart

Others come in your mind

Dreams can come from outside

In all ways of ways

Some carried in bags by birds

Others pulled by sleighs

Dreams can come while you sleep

In all types of types

Some come with spots

Others come with stripes

Dreams can come if you love

In all forms of forms

Some come completely alone

And some come in swarms

Dreams can come floating by

In all styles of styles

Some down the Mississippi

And others up the Nile

Dreams can come differently

To me and to you

But as long as we believe…

Our dreams can come true!