When I grow up,
I will be tall enough to reach the branches
That I need to reach to climb the trees
You get to climb when you’re grown up.
And when I grow up,
I will be smart enough to answer all
The questions that you need to know
The answers to before you’re grown up.
And when I grow up,
I will eat sweets every day,
On the way to work, and I will
Go to bed late every night.
And I will wake up
When the sun comes up, and I
Will watch cartoons until my eyes go square,
And I won’t care ‘cause I’ll be all grown up.
When I grow up…
I will be strong enough to carry all
The heavy things you have to haul
Around with you when you’re a grown up.
And when I grow up…
I will be brave enough to fight the creatures
That you have to fight beneath the bed
Each night to be a grown up.
And when I grow up,
I will have treats every day,
And I’ll play with things that mum pretends
That mums don’t think are fun.
And I will wake up
When the sun comes up and I
Will spend all day just lying in the sun.
And I won’t burn ‘cause I’ll be all grown up.
When I grow up…
(Miss Honey:)
When I grow up,
I will be brave enough to fight the creatures
That you have to fight beneath the bed
Each night to be a grown up.
When I grow up…
(Matilda:)
Just because you find that life’s not fair, it
Doesn’t mean that you just have to grin and bear it.
If you always take it on the chin and wear it, nothing will change.
Just because I find myself in this story,
It doesn’t mean that everything is written for me.
If I think the ending is fixed already,
I might as well be saying I think that it’s OK,
And that’s not right!
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Tim Minchin (October 7, 1975 - ?), Australian comedian, musician, composer & actor.
Find Out More: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Minchin
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Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame.
Where there is a flame someone’s bound to get burned.
But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die.
You’ve gotta get up and try, try try.
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly - and that is a great thing. Never lose that honesty, Bobby - always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly - and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!
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Blyton, Enid Mary. Children’s Author; 11 August 1897 – 28 November 1968 Find out more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enid_Blyton
*Taken from: Summer Term at St Clare’s
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To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
I start with a simple pencil drawing on board, then use oil pastels to block in the colours, adding washes of coloured inks on top.
Depending on the weather and the temperature in the studio, the oil and ink washes mix and repel to varying degrees, so it’s almost impossible to get the same effect twice.
When the layers are dry, I scrape back with forks and knives, or a damp cloth, and rework the surface using soft pencils, scratchy drawing nibs, thicker ink layers and Chinese black ink. Sometimes there are thumb prints, sometimes paint splatters with an old tooth brush, it varies.
To get a job where the only thing you have to do in your career is to make people laugh - well, it’s the best job in the world.
When I first drew him (Batman) I had eyes in there and it didn’t look right.
The Coyote is limited, as Bugs is limited, by his anatomy. To give the Coyote a look of anticipatory delight, I draw everything up—the eyes are up, the ears are up, and even the nose is up. When he is defeated, on the other hand, everything turns down. You can’t do that as dramatically with human beings, although the emotions expressed are fully human.
To this day, my pet hate remains being interrupted when I’m drawing. Which actually happens a lot - you know, people dropping into the studio. Some people think it’s because I’m shy - which I am. I have a problem with making eye-contact with people, or with holding eye contact. But when I’m drawing, I just love being in that zone. And so I tend to love being in a room on my own with the door shut.
