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 . . .
Rolling in the Mud by Tim Seston

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."