I bring them to the large room

My students sit to wait

They’re talking and they’re anxious

To start up from their break.

 

I take a hold of one small drum

Caress it with my hands,

And as I beat so softly

They seem to understand.

 

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

 

Some students start to stare at me,

Some students look away,

Some students start to tap with me

On the floor, they start to play.

 

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

 

Other classes start to enter –

It’s a fourth grade meeting thing.

As they walk into the large room

They notice as I sing:

 

“Come right in,” Doom doom chick

“Come and sit,” Doom doom chick

 

As naturally as muses

they succumb to my one drum.

Class by class they enter;

They sit, they sway, some hum.

 

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

 

And now we’re in a rhythm

Over 100 are all there.

Community is building

As magic fills the air.

 

Slap-slap, clap; Doom doom chick

Slap-slap, clap; Doom doom chick

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

Doom, ckick-a chick; Doom doom chick

 

It’s time to start the lesson

A countdown I now say:

4 – – -; Doom doom chick

3 – – -; Doom doom chick-

2 – – -; Doom doom chick

1 – –  -; Doom doom chick

Silence,

Smiles,

Applause

We are ready to begin.

 

So, what was that?   This depicts a fantastic musical experience I had with the fourth graders at my school last Friday afternoon: a moment of musical magic I wanted to share.  Hope you enjoyed!  ~EMP

 

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