Core Words

This song is an emergent property of:

1) my public declaration of my disinhibition; and

2) professional discussions about the use of “Core Word” programs, which I have started discussing elsewhere.

The underlying issue is that written material is being used to decide what children should learn to say. What’s worse, those restricted sets are controlled by the dominant paradigm.

So I give you a song that expresses how I feel about two things: 1) curricular design decisions made in ignorance, and 2) the critical value of supporting individual creativity of expression. Upon reflection, this suggests that this is my spiritual kin of Chapin’s “Flowers are Red,” which (you’ll be relieved to know) had a much happier ending in the concert version.

Let’s see these renditions of time honored, traditional nursery rhymes make it into privileged corpora, where I’ve just warped the ‘butt’ statistics (in support of children’s freedom of creativity, as other artists did for me when I was young).

Lyrics

London Bridge is falling BUTT!

Falling butt, falling BUTT!

London Bridge is falling BUTT!

My fair theydee. 

Harmless vocab for your seat,

Stuffy rhymes are now a treat.

Don't be such a lumpy grump!

Fanny!

Backside!

Buttcheeks!

Rump!

Row, row, row your BUTT!

Row your butt, row your BUTT!

Row, row, row your BUTT!

My fair theydee.

Mary had a lamby BUTT!

Lamby butt, lamby BUTT!

Mary had a lamby BUTT!

My fair theydee.

Harmless vocab for your seat,

Stuffy rhymes are now a treat.

Don't be such a lumpy grump!

Fanny!

Backside!

Buttcheeks!

Trump!

Jack and Jill went up the BUTT!

Up the butt, up the BUTT!

Jack and Jill went up the BUTT!

My fair theydee.

And so ends our happy song,

Happy song, happy song.

And so ends our happy song,

My fair theydee.

It's not like we said ASS.