Jack's Scooter Ride
Wake the Imagination

I wrote Jack's Scooter Ride on a cold boy named Jack who
was having his fifth birthday party.  One thing his mom told me
was that he couldn't wait for the springtime so that he could
ride his scooter.

I was taken back to memories of my own winter birthdays and
toys that I received that could only be used when the snow
melted.

Fortunately, in New England the weather does change so
drastically that even six inches of snow on one day doesn't
mean that the next can't be 50 degrees and sunny.  What fun it
is to wake up in the morning and see something so
dramatically different from what you saw when you went to
bed.  

After adding this story to my new CD I began thinking about it
as a song with a simple chorus:

Zoom Ba Da Doom Ba Da Da
Zoom Ba Da Doom Ba Da Da
Zoom Ba Da Doom Ba Da Da
Zoom Ba Da Zoom

*and like the changing winter weather I've changed one of the
rhyming couplets -  after the snow is gobbled up.  I now sing it
this way:         

They spit it all out
like a thundering rain
To the cobblestone street
where it went down the drain         

Jack's Scooter Ride

Jack stared out the window and up at the moon
It was hard to believe that spring would come soon
Six inches of snow still covered the grass
And no signs projected that winter would pass

But Jack had some hope as he slept through the night
That something would happen to make it all right
So he could at last take his scooter outside
Put on his new helmet and go for a ride

And just before Jack got into the sack
He opened his window but only a crack
Through his face and his hair he felt the cool breeze
And he whispered real softly a single word:  "Please"

In the cold evening sky that please pushed on through
To a place where most hopes and dreams can come true
And fourteen small creatures with very big hearts
Jumped up on their feet and got ready to start

They raced round their garden to gather some seeds
And a few other things that they knew they would need
And when they were ready they hollered and hooted
Got onto their scooters and off they all scooted

Now these scooters were quick and in no time it seemed
They landed outside while inside Jack dreamed
They dug little holes in the cold winter snow
Sowed all of their seeds and then watched the plants grow.

From out of the stems came great orange leaves
That gobbled up snow like a band full of thieves
(And then they did something that was very weird
They each took a bow and they all disappeared)*

The fourteen small creatures cleaned up all their things
And danced on the grass on this first day of spring
Then they got on their scooters and scooted away
Before the sun rose to announce the new day.

Jack sat up in bed and rubbed both his eyes
Looked out of his window and to his surprise
Spring had arrived could it really be true.
The please that he whispered had really come through

Jack jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs
Threw open the door to smell the fresh air
In less than three seconds Jack was outside
He got on his scooter and was off on a ride.