Darrell House

Darrell House

Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA
SoloSpoken WordChildren's Music

There are authors who visit schools, and then there's... Darrell House."When your visit was scheduled, I had no idea how powerful and dynamic your program would be.” Deborah Sheats, Principal, Hawkes Bluff Elem., Davie, Fl. With a pocketful of humorous stories, songs and poems, he's one of a kind.

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Children’s author/poet/storyteller/singer/songwriter/recording artist/musician
BRAND NEW EBook, The Shadow Who Stole the Whistle
Miller the Green Catrpillar - illustrated children's book
The King of Fish wins first Place Gold Honors at The Florida Writer's Association annual Royal Palm Literary Awards in the Published Chldren's Picture Book Catergory
Winner of 2010 Parents' Choice Gold Award for CD of original, humorous poetry for kids and familiies, Speed-b-b-b-bumps
Outstanding Children's Author, 2010 Amelia Island Book Festival
Look for The Florida Department of Education "Meet the Author" video
"If you are looking for a captivating author, poet, musician, song writer, and storyteller who will inspire your students to be both writers and readers, look no further than Mr. Darrell House. He is an amazing presenter who will immediately establish a rapport with his audience, and motivate students to want to write. Through his creative approach, students who I never expected to write without prompting, were drafting original poems and compositions the same day, and ever since! He created a memorable experience for our students, and will surely have the same impact on your school... As an administrator, I am very cognizant of our budget crisis, and that every penny counts when considering what will be an effective return on investment. I also have had many experiences of paying for educational presentations and afterward feeling that our students were mainly entertained. This is not one of those presentations! I firmly recommend Mr. Darrell House as a presenter from the positive experience we had during his many presentations, interactions with students, and positive feedback received from both parents and staff. He is truly amazing!" - Alex Dworzanski, Ass't Principal Lehigh Elementary School, Lehigh, Fl.

“Your performance electrified the students and faculty. It was The Best author visit ever!!!” “Using your whole body to tell a tale, you become the story itself. One cannot take their eyes off of you.” – Colleen Hodge, librarian, St. Michael Academy, Fernandina Beach, Amelia Island, Fl.

"Your enthusiasm was contagious. Our students loved your storytelling and you made writing seem like so much fun. With smaller groups coming to the library to hear you, it was so much more personal for everyone involved... We are fortunate to have an author visit our school every year, but many teachers told me "He is the best one we have ever had." - Elizabeth Smith, Media Specialist, Emma Love Hardee Elementary, Fernandina Beach, Amelia Island, Fl.

“Specifically, we were able to use “Miller the Green Caterpillar” to teach and reinforce elements of poetry as well as its thematic lesson of setting and achieving goals. Your dramatic presentation also provided a superb example of public speaking skills such as gesturing, variation of vocal qualities and use of facial expression to enhance communication.”- James Fant, English Dept, Key West High School, Key West, Fl.

Darrell House has brought his program embracing the love of reading to more than 80 schools as well as numerous Libraries, Book Fairs, Literary Conferences and Reading Festivals nationwide. It’s all original stories, poems and music, and it’s guaranteed to delight children, librarians, media specialists, teachers, administrators and even parents. The humor, energy and pace of the performance create an excitement that lasts long after his visit is concluded.
"You were a true pleasure to work with and you have made an impact on our students that will last a long time." - Ann Buchanan, Reading Coach, Hilliard Elem., Hilliard, Fl.

Not your typical author visit? Darrell prefers to gather groups of +/- 150 in the media center, where performing as many as three shows a day, unplugged, he has the opportunity to look every student in the eye and sell his messages of the magic of literature and good old fashioned family values. "I've always felt that with 500 kids in the cafeteria, along with the bad acoustics, those kids in the back are too far away to "get it". And you can't blame them. After all... they're 9 years old." He typically spends 2 or 3 days in your school for what many authors charge for a single visit. Get-togethers such as Author Lunches, Teacher Meet and Greets or Poetry Club meetings are included, and for a small additional fee, an evening family night program can be added.

Lyrics

When the Time is Right

Written By: Darrell House

When I was just the littlest guy, scooting everywhere, I had to crawl before I walked to get from here to there.
And though I know I must o’ tried a hundred times or more… until the time was right for me, I never got off the floor.

(cho) We learn because we practice. We succeed because we try.
And anything is possible , when the time is right. Oh, anything is possible, when the time is right.

As I grew up I thought about the things I’d like to be. I dreamed about exotic places I would like to see.
And though I know I must o’ tried a hundred times or more… until the time was right for me, I never got out the door.
(cho) (Bridge) Practice makes perfect they say. Practice till you find the way. You can climb to the highest heights , when the time is right.

I grew to be a man and planned to sail the seven seas, with a ship and a star to guide her by and a perfect little breeze.
And though I know I must o’ tried a hundred times or more… until the time was right for me, I never got off the shore.
(cho)

Copyright 2001, Darrell House

Treasure in the Attic

Written By: Darrell House

There’s treasure up in the attic. It’s waiting to be found.
I go there on rainy days when no one else is around.
The treasure is packed in a sailor trunk, brass buckles and leather straps.
And it’s full of old clothes and diaries, love letters and colorful maps.
Each treasure tells a story of its own special place in time.
And I love to imagine how it would have been, if all the treasures were mine.
There’s a baseball covered with autographs, the signatures faded by time,
An orchid pressed inside a book, and an old silver Mercury dime.

(Bridge) Treasure is all around you if you take the time to look
It might be costume jewelry or a hat with a fishing hook.
A souvenir of days gone by, a slice of long ago.
There’s treasure everywhere you look and everywhere you go.

Classic books and photographs, buttons and ballet shoes;
an American flag with forty-eight stars, bright reds, whites and blues.
There’s a music box you can wind up, a dancer who dances around.
And she moves ever slower as the music box winds down.

Ticket stubs to movies from many years ago,
and programs folded perfectly from plays and Broadway shows.
This treasure in the attic tells a story of what used to be.
And people that I’ve never known left these things for me.
(bridge)
Copyright 2003, Darrell House

The Rhyming Song

Written By: Darrell House

Bread and butter, break an egg, drink a cup o’ tea. Run a race, make a face, can’t catch me.
Pitch a penny, pocket watch, cock-a-doodle-doo. Hopscotch, toy box, Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue and Little Bo Peep, down by the meadow, counting sheep.
A new blue suit and a pretty pink gown playing ring around the Rosie till they all fall down.

(cho) I like songs with funny rhymes. They make me laugh most every time,
And if you like rhyming too, here’s another verse for you.

Garden rake, funnel cake, music in the air. Riding all the rides at the county fair.
Eat a peach, on a beach, fishing in a lake . Finger in the frosting on a birthday cake.
Birthday cake and ice cream too . Sing with me, I’ll sing with you.
A verse for you and a verse for me. We’ll make such sweet harmony.
(cho)
Walk the dog, feed the cat, clean the bird cage . Bait a hook, read a book, turn the next page
One potato, two potato, three potato four, up the down staircase, in the out door
In the out door and up the downhill . Fat cat sitting on a window sill
Shower and a shave for the man in the moon , getting ready for work in the afternoon.

(Final Cho) I like songs with funny rhymes. The make me laugh most every time.
But now my silly song is through. If you want more rhymes it’s up to you.
Copyright 2004, Darrell House

Back to Nature

Written By: Darrell House

BACK TO NATURE

JUST OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR,
NATURE'S WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOU TO COME EXPLORE.
THERE'S APPLE TREES AND BUMBLE BEES, BUTTERFLIES AND MORE.
LET'S GET BACK TO NATURE, RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR.

RIGHT OUT IN THE BACKYARD, UNDERNEATH A TREE
ALL KINDS OF LIFE SURROUNDS ME, AS I SIT ON MY KNEES.
THERE'S FLOWERS, FERNS AND WOOLY WORMS,
SPIDERS FLIES AND FLEAS.
LET'S GET BACK TO NATURE, UNDERNEATH A TREE.

CHO: NATURE IS AN ANIMAL, NATURE IS A PLANT.
IT'S BIGGER THAN THE OCEAN, IT'S SMALLER THAN AN ANT.
IT'S THE FOREST AND THE MOUNTAIN, THE MOON UP IN THE SKY.
SO LET'S GET BACK TO NATURE
AND SEE IT EYE TO EYE.

ALL AROUND THE PLANET, EVERYWHERE YOU GO,
STOP AND LOOK AROUND YOU, IT'S REALLY QUITE A SHOW.
IT'S BIRDS AND FROGS AND PUPPY DOGS,
SUNSHINE, RAIN AND SNOW.
LET'S GET BACK TO NATURE. IT'S EVERYWHERE YOU GO.

CHO:
CHO:
COPYRIGHT 1997
DARRELL HOUSE

That's What Grandmas Do

Written By: Darrell House

(Someone keeps visiting this particular song lyric over and over. I'd love to talk to you. Email, darrell@darrellhouse.com, and let's chat, 4/18/2012)
There’s someone I’ve depended on since before I don’t know when.
Someone who’s helped show me the way. Been there through thick and thin.
She taught me how to bake a cake and how to tie my shoes.
She washed my face and combed my hair, cause that’s what Grandmas do.

(cho) That’s what Grandmas do alright. That’s what Grandmas do.
Taught me how to multiply clear up to two times two.
She loves to read and sing to me and laughs at peek-a-boo!
She wraps her arms around me tight, cause that’s what Grandmas do.

We go outside when the weather’s nice and walk around the block.
My Grandma sure can talk, and talk, and talk, and talk and talk.
She always says “Guzzentheidt!” whenever I say “Achoo!”
She brings me gum and picture books cause that’s what Grandmas do.

(cho)

My Grandma always praises me when I do something good.
And so I try to always do the things I know I should.
She taught me always be polite and please and thank you too.
I know my Grandma loves me. Cause that’s what Grandmas do.
(cho)
(cho)

Hats Off to Reading

Written By: Darrell House

The first thing you need is a story that needs tellin’. Then someone who can tell the story well.
You don’t need to worry too much about the spellin’. Just think about the sights and sounds and smells.
The characters you meet inside a story, And the places where they go and the things they do,
Create a very private kind of magic. The magic every writer shares with you.

(cho)So when I get to the end of a sentence I keep reading.
When I reach the end of a page I go on.
When I get to the end of a chapter, I read another.
Until the words THE END have come and gone.
When you read a book straight through, from cover to cover.
After the hero gets whatever he’s been needing.
Don’t forget to share your new adventure,
Just stand right up and say Hat’s off to reading.

Read the words and hear what they are saying. Stories come to life inside your mind.
Imagination turns ‘em into a movie, and you can get it one line at a time.
When the action runs its course you read faster. When the couple falls in love, you slow down.
Is it really ever any wonder , why the library is the coolest place in town?

(cho)

Once I read a story about a singer. He loved to sing to children everywhere.
And every song had a different kind of story. And every song had a lesson to be shared.
But if I never read that singer's story, I might not be here with you this very day.
And that's why I think reading is so important , and that is why you'll always hear me say…
(cho)

The Future is Me

Written By: Darrell House

I make plans… and I have dreams
I’m not just wishing on stars and staring at moonbeams.
I can clearly see… what I want my life to be.
I see the signs, tomorrow is mine, the future is me.

I’m so small… yet I’m so strong
I was born to lead, not follow along.
I can surely be… everything I want to be.
I see the signs, tomorrow is mine, the future is me.

(Bridge) There's a new world and I can’t wait to be there.
New world’s getting closer every day.
With eyes wide open I can see
that tomorrow will be what I want it to be.

I will learn… cause I’m so bright.
I will be the one to light up the night.
Come along with me. Share peace and harmony.
I’ve seen all the signs, tomorrow is mine. The future is me.
Come along with me. Hesitate and you’ll miss the bus.
I’ve seen all the signs. Now is the time. The future is us.
I’ve seen all the signs. Now is the time. The future is us.

Makes Me Feel Like Singing cover

Written By: Darrell House

Days like this and friends like these, make me feel like singing.
Fluffy clouds and an ocean breeze, make me feel like singing.
On a day like this as soon as I jump out of my bed,
words and music fill my heart and run around my head.
Oh, it doesn’t take much to make me feel like singing anyhow,
And I feel like singing now.

A visit with a friend or two, makes me feel like singing.
Being home alone with you, makes me feel like singing.
Every time you smile I feel like… singing a song.
And we make beautiful music when you’re… singing along.
Oh, it doesn’t take much to make me feel like singing anyhow,
And I feel like singing now.

(cho) A happy melody picks me up when things are going wrong.
And when I start to sing, I keep on singin’ clear and strong.
If I forget the words I make them up as I go along .
Scootelyottelydootelywampatydododododo
Scootelyottelydoodelywampatydodododotadododododotadado

Old blue jeans and comfortable shoes, make me feel like singing.
Knowing I’ve got nothin’ to lose , makes me feel like singing.
Singing is the bestest medicine… I ever knew.
And I feel better already cause I’m… singing to you.
Oh, it doesn’t take much to make me feel like singing anyhow.
And I feel like singing now.

Mary Claire Margaret Sue Rosemary Jane

Written By: Darrell House

cho: Mary Claire Margaret Sue Rosemary Jane,
had five silly sisters who all were insane.
To make matters worse she shared everyone’s name.
Poor Mary Claire Margaret Sue
Rosemary Jane.

Now Mary was pretty but Claire was a clown.
She acted so goofy when she went to town.
She’d run down the sidewalk like it was a race,
and after her lunch she’d throw pie in your face.

cho:

Now Mary was loving but Margaret was mean.
The nastiest temper that you’ve ever seen.
She’d huff and she'd puff and pretend she was mad,
and nobody liked her cause she was so bad.

cho:

Now Mary was happy but silent was Sue.
She never would have conversations with you.
And if you should meet her you’d certainly see
You’re better of trying to talk to a tree.

cho:

Now Mary’s a sweetheart but rotten was Rose,
From the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
When she’d come to visit you always could tell
From the horrible, terrible odor and smell.

cho:

Now Mary was genuine, Jane was a jerk.
She never helped out and she never did work.
She always was bossy and wanted her way.
They couldn’t wait until she moved away.
cho:
cho:

Pic-a-nic

Written By: Darrell House

(cho)I’m gonna go on a pic-a-nic, A pic-a-nic. A pic-a-nic.
I’m gonna go on a pic-a-nic. You come pic-a-nic too.

Everybody gonna bring chick-a-lick, to the pic-a-nic, fried chick-a-lick
Everybody gonna eat chick-a-lick. You come pic-a-nic too.

We’re gonna make a steak-a-lake at the pic-a-nic, steak-a-lake
To go right along with the chick-a-lick. You come pic-a-nic too.

(cho)

We’ll have a whole bunch of broccolac, at the pic-a-nic, steamed broccoloc.
To go with the steak-a-lake and chick-a-lick. You come pic-a-nic too.
I’m gonna have a soda pop-a-top. At the pic-a-nic. Soda pop-a-top.
With broccaloc, steak-a-lake and chick-a-lick. You come pic-a-nic too.

(cho)

Later we’ll have cake-a-lake, choc-a-lot, cake-a-lake?
After broccoloc, steak-a-lake and chick-a-lick, You come pic-a-nic too.
I’m gonna have a little chick-a-lick, steak-a-lake and broccolac.
With soda pop-a-top and cake-a-lake; you come pic-a-nic too.
(cho)
(cho)

Scoodelyottelydoodleywoo

Written By: Darrell House

cho: Skoodelyottlydoodeleywampaty , Scoodelyottelydoodelywoo
When I can’t think of the word that I want , Will scoodelyottelydoodelydoo?

My grandmother takes me to visit the animals. I think that someday I will work at the zoo.
The monkeys are great but the thing that I love is the scoodelyottelydoodelywoo.

cho:

I made a booklet to give to my mother . I pasted the pages together with glue.
I ran out of stickum so I had to finish with , scoodelyottelydoodelywoo.

cho:
I work very hard on my vocabulary . Each day I am learning a new word or two
But I still haven’t discovered a good definition for scoodelyottelydoodleywoo.

cho:

The thingamajig and the thingamabob and the whatchamacallit are easy for you.
But I say it all in a manner of speaking with scoodelyottelydoodleywoo.

cho:

S.K. Oodely, Y.O. ottelly, D. double O and add oodelywoo.
Put it together and what have you got? Scoodelyottelydoodleywoo.
cho:
cho:

Strawberries and Cream

Written By: Darrell House

Once upon another Time, back in the land of dreams,
there was a man, who lived, they say, on strawberries and cream.
And nothing else could touch his lips or dance upon his tongue,
and he never spoke, he always sang, and this is the song he sung.
Good morning Mrs Cooperman. How ya doin’ Brad?
This is about the grandest day that I ever had.
I’m going to the market and I’m stopping by the store.
I’m sure to meet some people that I never met before.

He skipped into the market and he sang “How do ya do?’
A gentleman from Boston sang “Top o’ the morning, too.”
And they continued singing, walking up and down the aisles.
You shoulda heard the harmony you shoulda seen the smiles.
Good morning Mr. Castleberry. Sue, what’s knew with you?
I’m finished with the market but I’ve still so much to do.
I’ll skip around the corner and I’ll finish at the store.
I’m sure to meet some people that I never met before.

His packages were heavy and his packages were large
And when the cashier sang to him "Will that be cash or charge?"
And he got so excited that he sang out clear and strong,
I’m going to have a party and I hope you’ll come along.
“Join me Mrs. Cooperman, Mr. Castleberry too,
My friends from Boston and the store. Make room for Brad and Sue.
And we'll all sing together and we’ll laugh until we scream.
And celebrate with strawberries covered up with cream.

So if ya feel like singin’ and ya break out in a song.
You can be pretty sure that someone else will sing along.
And you can sing together. You can laugh until you scream.
And celebrate with strawberries covered up with cream.

Wannabe

Written By: Darrell House

Raindrops wiggle down the window
Like a wooly worm climbing down a tree.
I look out on a day, all overcast and gray
And think of all the things I wannabe.

I wannabe a cowboy. I wanna ride the rodeo.
I wannabe a football star, with first and ten to go.
I wannabe an astronaut and rocket to the moon.
I wannabe everything that I wannabe. And I wannabe it soon.

I wannabe a pilot. I wanna fly around the world.
I wannabe the hero who always gets the girl.
I wannabe a sailor and sing a sailing tune.
I wannabe everything that I wannabe,
And I wannabe it soon.

I wannabe a doctor, I wannabe a lawyer,
I wannabe a teacher, I wannabe a cook.
I wannabe a banker, I wannabe a builder.
I wannabe the guy who is writing all these books.
I wannabe a painter, I wannabe a singer,
I wannabe be the guy who works all night and sleeps till noon.
I wannabe everything that I wannabe,
And I wannabe it soon.

I wannabe a circus clown and make animal balloons
I wannabe a scientist and discover something new.
I wannabe a farmer and listen to the moo cows moo.
I wannabe everything that I wannabe
And I wannabe it soon
I wanna be everything that I wanna be
And I wanna be it

Castle by the Bay

Written By: Darrell House

Would you like to come and play in my Castle by the Bay? Be a princess or a prince. Be anything that you wish.
And we can sail away to my Castle by the Bay. Pack up your imagination and we're on our way.

How'd ya like to be up a coconut tree, eating a banana with a monkey and me.
Or sail into a sunny sky with a glass of milk and a key lime pie?

Would you like to come and play in my Castle by the Bay? Pretend that you're a talking fish, and we can speak some gibberish.
And we can sail away to my Castle by the Bay. Pack up your imagination and we're on our way.

How'd you like to glide down a rainbow slide and find pirate’s gold on the other side?
Or climb a mountain to the sky and watch the eagles flying by?

Would you like to come and play in my Castle by the Bay? For ice cream, cake or licorice, close your eyes and make a wish.
And we can sail away to my Castle by the Bay. Pack up your imagination and we're on our way.
Everyday is a-ok in my Castle by the Bay. So won't you come along and play in my Castle by the Bay.

Frisco Get a Job

Written By: Darrell House

Down beside the ocean and the deep blue sea, a cat named Frisco was lazy as can be.
He had no friends or family and he never had to worry 'bout a thing.
Now Tony had a fish market down the block, and Frisco would pussyfoot down the dock.
And he'd eat fish around the clock, like he never had to worry bout a thing.

(cho) Hey Frisco, get a job. Hey
Frisco, get a job. Hey Frisco, get a job. Frisco get a job.

Now of all the places he would haunt, his favorite was a seafood restaurant
Eating all the fishies he could want, and he never had to worry bout a thing.

Salmon, perch, filet of sole, the cat was always in control.
Why he'd eat it right off the fishing pole, like he never had to worry 'bout a thing.

(cho)

Now the cat had a boat that had a sail, and one day Frisco saw a whale.
And he jumped right on that fishes tail, like he never had to worry 'bout a thing.

Well the whale said "Hey, what is this jive? I know one way I can survive.
To the bottom of the ocean, I will dive, and I'll never have to worry 'bout a thing."

(cho)

Well Frisco made his way ashore. He swore off whales forevermore.
Now he stays close to Tony's store, where he never has to worry 'bout a thing.

Now Frisco's story is all complete, and the moral of the story is short and sweet.
Don't take more than you can eat... and you'll never have to worry 'bout a thing.
(cho)
(cho)

Ya Just Gotta Believe

Written By: Darrell House

How do ya know the sun will come up in the morning? How do ya know the stars will come out at night?
How do ya know when Autumn arrives, the trees will lose their leaves. Well every once in a while ya gotta believe.

How do ya know a wish on a star will be granted? How do ya know there's 24 hours a day?
How do ya know that high in the sky, the air is harder to breathe? Well every once in a while ya gotta believe.

How do ya know tomorrow will come and the day after that and the next. Is it belief or is it because, it's what everybody expects?
How do ya know it's true when they say, it's better to give than receive? Well every once in a while, ya gotta believe.

How do ya know there's a star in the heart of an apple? How do ya know a river will flow to the sea?
How do ya know there are goals in life you'll work every day to achieve? Well every once in a while ya gotta believe.

How do ya know tomorrow will come and the day after that and the next. Is it belief or is it because, it's what everybody expects?
How do ya know it's true when they say, it's better to give than receive? Well every once in a while, every once in a while, every once in a while ya gotta believe.
Every once in a while. Every once in a while. Every once in a while ya gotta believe.

Hugn'Snuggle

Written By: Darrell House

(cho) I have a little monkey and he's my best friend. I call him Hugn'snuggle and we pretend.
To travel all around the world and back again. And we laugh about it all the way home.

Once we went to the Pyramids. And you won't believe what Hugn'snuggle did.
He climbed to the top and down he slid, and we laughed about it all the way home.

Once we went to London Town. The Queen gave Hugn'snuggle a crown.
And he made faces like a clown and we laughed about it all the way home.

(cho)

Once we went to Paris, France. You should have seen old Hugn'snuggle dance.
He jumped so high he split his pants and we laughed about it all the way home.

Once we went to the China Wall. And they made him a Hugn'snuggle doll.
But it was over 10 feet tall, and we laughed about it all the way home.

(cho)

Once we went to Mexico. And we put on a Hugn'snuggle show.
And we sang every song we know, and we laughed about it all the way home.

We could travel round the universe, but that just might make Hugn'snuggle worse.
And then I’d have to sing another verse. And laugh about it all the way home.

(cho)

He's my Hugn'snuggle and he's my best friend we travel all around the world and back again.
He's always doing something just to make me grin. And we laugh about it all the way home.

Ice Cream For Lunch

Written By: Darrell House

I lost another tooth the other day. One good pull and it was on its way.
It came out fairly easy, there was just one little crunch, and so I had to eat ice cream for lunch

(cho) ice cream for lunch, ice cream
for lunch, I scream, we all scream, for ice cream for lunch.
It's frosty and it's sweet and it's oh so good to eat, so always give me ice cream for lunch.

My family all went out to get a bite to a little pizzeria we all like
I powdered it with pepper till the pizza packed a punch. For days I had to eat Ice Cream for lunch.
(cho)

BRIDGE: Mint chocolate chip. Give me a double dip. Maple almond crunch. I could eat a bunch.
And I can't get my fill ‘o, chocolate and vanilla... so always give me ice cream for lunch.

My throat was sore the doctor said it's clear. I've seen this many times in my career.
It's tonsils and it's adenoids, I'll take out the whole bunch.
Of course you'll have to eat... ice cream for lunch.
(cho)
(cho)

Underneath the Cushions on the Couch

Written By: Darrell House

I've got a place where I find great stuff. Underneath the cushions on the couch. Found a tangerine and a powder puff. Underneath the cushions on the couch. Ballpoint pens, potato chips, batteries and paper clips, souvenirs from camping trips. Underneath the cushions on the couch.

I've got a special hiding place. Underneath the cushions on the couch. Things disappear without a trace. Underneath the cushions on the couch. Little toy boats with little toy sails. Sisters plastic finger nails. My favorite book of fairy tales. Underneath the cushions on the couch.

There's every kind of coin you know. Some nuts, I think, pistachio. A double sixes domino. Underneath the cushions on the couch.

A hammer and some purple pegs. A pair of yellow Cootie legs. A box of dye for Easter Eggs Underneath the cushions on the couch.

There's one of daddy's dirty socks. Crayons and a crayon box.
Two of Junior's building blocks. Underneath the cushions on the couch.

A kewpie doll with just one arm. A bracelet with a missing charm. A duck from Old McDonald's farm.
Underneath the cushions on the couch.

One time I thought that I was lost. Underneath the cushions on the couch. I tossed and turned, and I turned and tossed.
Underneath the cushions on the couch.
But I was safely in my bed. A pillow covered up my head. I'd rather be in bed instead of... Underneath the cushions on the couch.

When I Close My Eyes

Written By: Darrell House

(cho) When I close my eyes, my imagination flies. I can do most anything, when I close my eyes.

I can be a circus clown. I can laugh and run around. Make a smile out of a frown, When I close my eyes.
I can sail a pirate ship. Sword and pistol on my hip. A curly moustache on my lip. When I close my eyes.

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I can fly in a balloon, take a trip up to the moon. Never even leave my room. When I close my eyes.
I can be a singing star, playing songs on my guitar. Drive a great big shiny car. When I close my eyes.

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I can ride an elephant. I can live out in a tent. Even be the President. When I close my eyes.
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I Wish I Was Seven Again

Written By: Darrell House

I work every day in an office. I go there and back with my friend. And I always say at the end of the day. I wish I was 7 again.

(cho) I wish I was 7 again. Life
was so simple back then. I swear by the hair on my chinny, chin chin. I wish I was 7 again.

If I had a year to live over, at any age I've ever been, it wouldn't be 30 or 20 or 10, I wish I was 7 again.

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If I found a lamp with a genie, to grant me a wish now and then, I'd give away all of the wishes if I could only we 7 again.

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(bridge) 7 was such a great time in my life and I'd play after school until dark.
That summer we went on a family vacation and drove out to Yellowstone Park.
And now that I'm older and wiser, I can remember back when.
Life was breeze if I said pretty please, I wish I was 7 again.
My children are all growing older. The world still continues to spin. And I hope and I pray that I might find a way,
We all could be 7 again.

What Makes Me Grow

Written By: Darrell House

I go to a school nearby. Seems like every day. I'm learning how to read and write and make things out of clay.
After lunch we settle down to have a little rest. Teacher says that it’s to help us do our very best.

That's the way I always go. Sometimes. Fast. Sometimes slow. Will ya tell me if ya know? What makes me grow?

I go to a park I know, every now and then. I go there to laugh and run and play with all my friends.
Sometimes I can run so fast, no one catches me. Other times I sit and rest, or climb up in a tree.

That's the way I always go. Sometimes. Fast. Sometimes slow. Will ya tell me if ya know? What makes me grow?

I'm bigger than I used to be. And I'll get bigger yet. I can't help but wonder how much bigger will I get.
I'm getting taller every day. My daddy tells me so. But can you tell me if you know? What makes me grow?

I go to a beach in town, every chance I get. I make castles in the sand and get myself all wet.
When the sun is shining down, it plays upon my skin. And I use seaweed from the shore for whiskers on my chin.

That's the way I always go. Sometimes. Fast. Sometimes slow. Will ya tell me if ya know? What makes me grow?
That's the way I always go. Sometimes. Fast. Sometimes slow. Will ya tell me if ya know? What makes me grow?

A Special Place

Written By: Darrell House

Way up in the sky above, there's oh so many stars, Shining down on you and I no matter who we are.
And no two stars are the same out there. Yet each one shines so bright.
And each star has a special place, it goes to every night.

Winter clouds come rolling by and turn the sky so gray. Snowflakes fall upon my nose, and swiftly melt away.
And no two snowflakes are quite the same, they're different one and all.
And each one has a special place, where it's supposed to fall.

Children all around the world are wondering tonight. Will the dreams they dare to dream, come true in morning's light.
And no two children are quite the same, they differ from the start.
But each one has a special place, in Mom and Daddy's heart.

Snowflakes, stars and children, they all travel near and far. But we all have a special place no matter who we are.

Rhythm & Books... Feel the Beat

Written By: Darrell House

It's Summer in the South I can feel the heat , and the local library is the place to meet.
My friends get together and we all have a real good time.
Vacation only lasts just a few short weeks, but the music and the stories make it all complete,
I got rhythm and books, can you feel the beat?

(cho) The music gets me moving to its happy tone. The stories have a rhythm that is all their own.
It all comes together and makes me feel so fine.
They got books in here to help a kid succeed, they got more books here than I could ever read.
I got rhythm and books, can you feel the beat?

There's magic in the music and it sure sounds sweet so get up everybody, up on your feet,
Clap your hands, sing along, and we'll have a real good time.
Take some music and a story and when they meet, they work together like a two way street.
I got rhythm and books, can you feel the beat?
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Discography

Music for kids and families include:
1. Underneath the Cushions on the Couch
2. Makes Me Feel Like Singing
3. Speed-b-b-b-bumps - a spoken word collection of original, humorous poetry for kids & families is a Parents' Choice Gold Award Winner
ALL SONGS AND POEMS CAN BE HEARD AT www.CDbaby.com

Set List

A school visit by Darrell House typically includes all students from kindergarten thru 5th grade. Although there are similarities in material, the focus changes depending on the age groups. For younger students it is a more entertainment oriented program that encourages kids to learn to read, use their imagination and work to make their dreams come true. The focus for the older students is more on the creative process, utilizing lessons they have learned to become better readers and writers. Using original songs, poetry and storytelling, Darrell captivates the crowd and usually includes a short Q&A session at the end of the program. The material is culled from his two CD's, his book, his powerful storytelling and his hilarious poems. "Reminded me a lot of Shel Silverstein, (whom I love)."- Richard O. Jones, Middletown Journal.