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Father’s Valentine
I’m working on a valentine,
my very special own design,
a heart to give my Dad tonight…
(it’s quite a chore to get it right).
The first time that I cut it out,
one side was thin, the other stout…
And so I tried to fix it, but,
I made an error when I cut.
I wasn’t careful, though I tried,
and overcut the other side…
Just one more snip should do it, then….
Whoops! I cut too much again!
A snip off here, a snip off there,
and maybe just another hair….
It’s finally done, but understand,
it’s somewhat smaller than I’d planned.
It’s not much bigger than a bean…
the tiniest heart I’d ever seen.
I guess I’ll give it to him now…
I bet he likes it anyhow!
Tortillitas
Tortillitas, tortillitas
Tortillitas para mama
Tortillitas para papa.
Las quemaditas para mamá;
Las bonitas pará papá
Tortillitas, tortillitas
Tortillitas para papa
Tortillitas para mama;
Tortillitas de salvado
Para papa cuando está enojado;
Tortillitas de manteca
Para mama que está contenta.
.en translation
“Tiny Tortillas”
Tiny tortillas, tiny tortillas
Tiny tortillas for mommy;
Tiny tortillas for daddy.
The brown ones for mommy;
The pretty ones for daddy.
Tiny tortillas, tiny tortillas
Tiny tortillas for daddy;
Tiny tortillas for mommy.
Bran tortillas
For daddy when he is mad;
Butter tortillas
For mommy when she is glad.
You Two
Caractacus:
Do you think I’m a lunatic? Wasting my time on a lot of silly inventions?
Jemima:
But they aren’t silly–they’re wonderful!
Jeremy:
Nobody else could think of them!
Caractacus:
That’s right! That is right–nobody else could think of
them!–yeah–after all…
What makes the battle worth the fighting?
What makes the mountain worth the climb?
What makes the questions worth the asking?
The reason worth the rhyme?
Caractacus:
To me the answer’s clear;
it’s having someone near; someone dear
Someone to care for; to be there for.
I have You Two!
Someone to do for; muddle through for.
I have You Two!
Someone to share joy or despair with;
whichever betides you.
Life becomes a chore, unless you’re living for
someone to tend to be a friend to.
I have You Two!
Someone to strive for, do or die for
I have You Two!
Could be, we three get along so famously,
’cause you two have me, and I have You Two too.
(Breakfast is behind made, then Caractacus sneezes)
Kids:
Someone to care for; to be there for.
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Kids:
Someone to do for; muddle through for
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Someone to smile once in awhile with;
whenever you’re lonesome
I’ve a happy lot,
considering what I’ve got.
But, I couldn’t do more
Than you do for your poor Father.
(Kids: Daddy!)
Things go asunder
and I wonder why you bother.
All:
Could be, we three get along so famously
’cause
Kids:
we two have you,
Caractacus:
and I have You Two
All:
too
IF
by Rudyard Kipling
Audio: Project Gutenberg
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Hippity Hop to Bed
Hippity hop to bed,
I’d rather sit up instead.
But when daddy says “must,”
There’s nothing else just
Hippity hoppity, hippity hoppity,
Hippity hoppity, hippity hoppity,
Hop to bed!
Bye, Baby Bunting
Bye, baby Bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin
To wrap the baby Bunting in
loner version:
Bye, baby Bunting,
Father’s gone a-hunting,
Mother’s gone a-milking,
Sister’s gone a-silking,
Brother’s gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby Bunting in
Para papà
Zecchino d’oro 1967
Papà diceva
D’essere un campione
Ai tempi suoi
In fatto di pallone.
E un pomeriggio
Lo pregammo allor
Di dimostrarci coi fatti il suo valor.
Lui stava in porta
E noi della sua squadra
Gli gridavamo in coro così:
Para, papà,
Attento al gol,
Se ce la metti tutta
Vinciamo la partita.
Para, papà,
Tu sei un campion,
Perciò non esitare a buttarti sul pallon.
Papà metteva
Tutto il suo valore,
Ma non riusciva
A prendere un pallone.
Ben sette volte
Tutto lui tentò,
Ma l’altra squadra segnava sette gol.
Lui si arrabbiava
E noi della sua squadra
Gli gridavamo in coro così:
Para, papà,
Attento al gol,
Se ce la metti tutta
Vinciamo la partita.
Para, papà,
Tu sei un campion,
Perciò non esitare a buttarti sul pallon.
Papà sbuffava
Mentre ripeteva:
«Non è finita
Ancora la partita».
E nel frattempo
Come, non lo so,
Quell’altra squadra segnava un altro gol.
Lui si arrabbiava
E noi della sua squadra
Gli gridavamo in coro così:
Para, papà,
Ecc. ecc.
Il guaio è
Che anche un campione
Vede finire la sua stagione.
Para, papà! Para, papà! Para, papà!
Bambinissimi papà
Zecchino d’oro 1991
Carlotta Scintu
(Banfi – Martelli)
Mi confondi Pollicino e Cappuccetto,
Da una favola ne inventi almeno tre,
Io ti guardo con la coda dell’occhietto…
Quasi sempre ti addormenti prima tu!
Sei dolcissimo su quella poltroncina,
Mi vien voglia di tenerti qui con me
Ed appena sento i passi di mammina
Faccio finta di russare come te…
Bambinissimi papà
Che pensate solo a noi
Bambinissimi papà
I piccini siete voi.
Bambinissimi papà
Giocheremo insieme a voi
Bambinissimissimissimi papà!
(x2)
Per la dieta reggi solo poche ore,
Molli tutto e la tua pancia resta là!
Quante storie per un po’ di raffreddore
Per avere le carezze di mammà…
Sei grandioso quando metti il grembiulino,
In cucina ci vuoi stare solo tu,
Ma ripieghi sulle uova al tegamino
Perché proprio non sai fare un buon ragù…
Bambinissimi papà
Che pensate solo a noi
Bambinissimi papà
I piccini siete voi.
Bambinissimi papà
Giocheremo insieme a voi
Bambinissimissimissimi papà!
(x2)
Bambinissimi papà
Che pensate solo a noi
Bambinissimi papà
I piccini siete voi.
Bambinissimi papà
Giocheremo insieme a voi
Bambinissimissimissimi papà!
Bambinissimissimissimi papà!
Bambinissimissi – issimissi
Missimissi – issimissi
Missimissi – issimi papà!
BAMBINISSIMISSIMISSIMI PAPà!
Le Petit Zinzin
Dis papa… dis papa, dis moi, dis moi /
Comment c’est fait dans un piano / 2x
- C’est pas compliqué
- J’vais tout t’expliquer
Refrain :
C’est le p’tit zinzin qui passe par ici
Et qui va toucher le p’tit machin
Et le p’tit machin qui repasse par là
Et qui fait marcher le p’tit zinzin
‘Ah bon?’
Dis papa… dis papa, dis moi, dis moi /
Comment c’est fait dans une auto / 2x
- C’est pas compliqué
- J’vais tout t’expliquer
Refrain :
C’est le p’tit zinzin… etc.
Dis papa… dis papa, dis moi, dis moi /
Comment c’est fait dans les fusées / 2x
- C’est pas compliqué
- J’vais tout t’expliquer
Refrain :
C’est le p’tit zinzin… etc.
Dis papa… dis papa, dis moi, dis moi /
Comment on fait pour les bébés / 2x
- C’est pas compliqué
- J’vais tout t’expliquer
Refrain :
C’est le p’tit zinzin… etc.
Most of All
Happy Father’s Day!
I love you, Dad, for all the things you do.
You make laugh when I am feeling blue.
You can untie the hardest knot of all,
Although I’ve tugged the lace until it’s small.
You know the reason for ‘most everything,
Like why it rains and why bees sometime sting,
Like why the sun comes up and flowers bloom,
And why a jet creates a sonic boom.
You are the closest friend I’ve ever had.
You share with me the times both good and bad.
You play those games I know you hate to play.
And plan a trip for me each holiday.
I love you, Dad, for all the things you do,
But most of all I love you, Dad, for you.
