Rolling in the Mud
Here To Play
Luke is taking piano lessons with Anne
Silverman.  Despite his cerebral palsy he has
surprising stamina in his otherwise weak core
fingers on his left hand to stay on the keys.  
Nevertheless, he loves plunking out melodies
and did just that one day while practicing
before his lesson.  

Meanwhile Owen was drawing pictures on a
nearby white board.  With only red and black
markers to choose from, Owen first drew a
crab and then a pig rolling round in the mud.

Bouncing back and forth between the two boys,
with my guitar in hand, I began a little song.  
Anne came:  we added a little more piano, she
played with some of the lyrics and  gave a few
ideas for a melody change in the 4th verse.

Owen and Luke gave their final approval and
now want to add a verse about the two animals
getting on a train and going for a ride.  

Perhaps there is more to this song . . .

Ba Da Da Da Da Da
Ba Da Da Da Dum
Ba Da Da Da Da Da
Ba Da Da Da Dum

Once there was a pig rolling in the mud
When a crab came and pinched his toe
What were a crab and a pig doing in the same place
That is anyone’s guess I do not know

Well the pig said to the crab
"Why must you pinch me so hard?"
And the crab said to the pig
"Why are you here rolling round in my back yard?"

The pig said, "It just seemed
To be a cool and wonderful place
To wash my belly, my back, my neck
My legs, my feet, my hands, my face.

But I really didn’t mean to intrude
And I really don’t want to be rude
But if you let me stay, I won’t get in your way
I think a crab and a pig could be friends and just play."
The crab said, "I’m sorry and I hope you’re OK."