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Ukuleleoo
01:27
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This song is by Ukulele,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
This song is by Ukulele,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
[Repeat]
There’s only two chords, so play me,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
There’s only two chords, so play me,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
F-F-F-F-F-F-F
F-F-F-F-F-C
C-C-C-C-C-C-C
C-C-C-C-C-F
This song is by Ukulele,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
This song is by Ukulele,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
There’s only two chords, so play me,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
There’s only two chords, so play me,
Ukulele, ukuleleoo.
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2. |
Mordecai
00:35
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Mordecai, don’t be shy,
Don’t hide behind my thigh.
Louie and Lilly are down the block,
If you want, we can go say “hi.”
Mordecoodle, don’t be a doodle,
Don’t go after my noodles.
I’ll get you some dog food, you can eat that,
Now leave me alone while I google.
Mordekale, wag your tail,
Wag it like it’s a sailboat’s sail!
Run as if there aren’t any fences,
And warm up to the person who brings the mail.
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3. |
The Scrap Exchange
02:11
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I’m going to The Scrap Exchange
Because I saved up my change
And I’m gonna make something strange
To hang on my wall.
Badum, badum, badum, badum…
[Repeat]
Maybe it’ll be plastic,
Or made out of steel,
Maybe it’ll have thirteen whirly knobs,
And a couple of wheels.
Maybe it’ll be fastened both with wire,
And with duct tape, too,
Maybe it’ll be sparkly with glass tile,
And glitter glue.
[Chorus]
Hey look, here’s a trashcan,
It’s filled with cassettes,
And there’s a sketchbook filled with
Sketches of Corvettes.
There’s a ten-foot fabric roll
Of neon fleece,
And here’s some giant, wobbly
Wooden letter Ps.
[Chorus]
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4. |
Fix the World
01:41
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Racism puts white people on top.
We say “Black Lives Matter!”
Cause that often gets forgotten.
And classism gives the goods to those with wealth,
Money gets you better schools and food and jobs and health.
And adultism makes the world for adults only,
Ableism makes the status quo inaccessibility.
Heterosexism tells you who to love and when,
And sexism is why governments are mostly made of men.
All these unfair power schemes
Are different. They’re distinct.
They’re also all alike in ways,
They’re all complexly linked.
In a reckless vicious cycle,
A positive feedback loop.
And we’re all part of that big machine
In everything we do.
So if we’re silent or don’t stop it,
It gets worse and worse and worse.
And from the top it’s hard to recognize
Just how the system works.
So once you see it, name it, talk about it.
So other people know.
And if you’re able, organize,
Get up, it’s time to go!
We’ve got to fix the world,
Make it great for everyone.
Make a world that values all of us,
So we can all have fun.
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5. |
Twinkle, Twinkle, ABCs
01:39
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6. |
Peter and Clarissa
02:46
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Peter and Clarissa,
In that small town Harringsville,
They, like all the other children,
Hated their daily drill.
It was every day the same thing,
Schedule so inflexible,
So they went to find this unnamed place
You get to by animal.
Well they sought out the most bizarre
Animal, but couldn’t find
One that looked or sounded weird enough
So they left them all behind.
And they walked and walked and walked
Until they came up to a cat,
With her kittens, she didn’t lead them,
For three hours, they just sat.
Until they found themselves behind
A unicorn, like a horse with one big horn,
It led them to a key,
They put the key into a door.
And then they saw it,
That special place,
That unnamed place,
That they were looking for.
And it was beautiful!
With so much food and birds and cats,
And there was something called the mischief room
With stuff to break and crash.
There was a room for taking showers,
And a room for learning, too,
And the toy store took no money,
And you could choose the outdoor room.
All the children entered cautiously,
So adults wouldn’t find out,
But one day, Clarissa’s mom appeared
And Clarissa let it out.
And then her mom got other mothers
And they came to fix it up.
And a teacher with a schedule
Saw the mischief room and locked it up.
And then parents kept appearing,
Making changes as they liked.
And the children sneaked out one by one,
They left for good, resigned.
And now they see it,
That special place,
That unnamed place,
Only in their dreams.
[Repeat]
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7. |
Unshod
01:41
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Walk, walk, walking,
My feet shoes and socks-ing,
I can hear the concrete
As my heels pound down.
In my shoes and socks
I can’t touch the rocks,
My feet sweaty, cramped, and boxy.
It doesn’t take much moxie.
I want energized, courageous
Feet that feel the airy, spacious
Atmosphere, enlivened,
Feet whose sole’s have got their jive on!
I want arches, heels, and balls
That know the Earth like I know my palms,
I want calluses and toughness
So my toes withstand the roughness.
So I sit
And think,
And I listen to my feet
Pleading with me to let them breathe.
And then one
By one,
I kick off each shoe
And I peel off my socks, to boot,
Finally I’m free!
I feel the ground arise beneath me.
Runnin so fast,
My heels come in last,
I’m chasin after my toes.
Each bit of pain
Means I’m uppin my game,
As I relax and go with the flow.
Every texture
A different pleasure,
Unique and completely new sense.
Skin pressing down,
The pulse of the ground
Pressing back with equal intent.
I glide through the air,
The wind in my hair,
Twinges of delight up my spine.
Silent as space,
Happiness on my face,
As I run gracefully and aligned.
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8. |
Pronouns
02:30
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Why is it so hard to talk about someone
Without throwing their gender in too?
Do we really need to know everyone’s parts?
Anyway, ‘he’ or ‘she,’ what’s it all point to?
Pronouns, pronouns,
Girl or boy, boy or girl, each time they say.
But if you don’t care about parts
On the person you’re talking about,
You can use singular ‘they.’
That helps break down the boxes,
The binary orthodoxy,
Making more options than two.
It dismantles that hierarchy,
Heteropatriarchy,
Bringing our selves into fuller view.
Making up new words is good
For getting out who we are
And where we come from.
Imagine a language that includes without limit
Expressions of gender and all that it could become.
Justice trumps grammar,
We don’t need a banner
Announcing perceptions from birth.
Let’s be who we are,
Not trap ourselves inside a jar.
Let’s celebrate gender for all that it’s worth.
[Chorus]
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9. |
Pita Pizza
01:08
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I like to eat pita pizza, packed with
Artichoke hearts and green beans,
Cauliflower florets, beets and beet greens,
Cabbage and carrots and kale and mustard leaves.
In my pita pizza, I put
Cherry tomatoes and sugar snap peas,
Arugula, eggplant, lettuce and celery,
Asparagus tips, mint, basil, and parsley.
I put spinach and garlic and seaweed,
Mushrooms, brussels sprouts, peppers and leeks,
Corn, cucumbers, and kohlrabi.
Collards, jalapenos, okra, chard, zucchini,
Daikon radishes, turnips, bok choy,
Butternut squash, potatoes, and broccoli.
In my pita pizza, pita pizza, pita pizza...
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10. |
Kombucha
01:16
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That effervescent, sweet and sour,
Symbiotic mixture,
Made countertop through time with love and warmth,
A perfect picture,
Of robust probiotics
With my gut bacteria mingling,
Kombucha hits the spot, it lights me up,
My insides tingling!
[Repeat]
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11. |
Don't Wait, Eliminate
01:50
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Before you leave the house,
At the next highway exit,
Next time you get up off of the couch,
Don’t wait, eliminate!
At the slightest, faintest grumble,
When the bottom starts to drop,
If your gut starts to rumble,
Don’t wait eliminate!
Go when you can,
So you don’t have to go when you have to.
Leave a part of you there, like a reverse souvenir.
You got to keep things moving through you,
Release what you don’t need.
Being regular is being free,
Better than therapy.
Of course, not all time’s the right time,
People have different needs.
And if you need to keep it inside this time, just
Wait, don’t eliminate!
But go when you can, so you don’t have to go when you have to,
Leave a part of you there, like a reverse souvenir.
You got to keep things moving through you,
Release what you don’t need.
Being regular is being free,
Better than therapy.
[Repeat]
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Dr. Fruit Durham, North Carolina
Intelligent kids' tunes that combine Dr. Fruit’s youthful passion for social change with playful attitudes towards gender, vegetables, and biology.
Dr. Fruit lives in Durham, NC with their dog, Mordecai.
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