![]() ![]() However, the voice could equally be that of an adult, because who can’t look back upon teachers or other early mentors who gave of themselves and offered their pupils so much? Indeed, some of the self-aware, self-assured expressions herein seem perhaps more realistic as uttered from one who’s already grown. This gentle ode to a teacher’s skill at inspiring, encouraging, and being a role model is spoken, presumably, from a child’s viewpoint. 3-7)Ī paean to teachers and their surrogates everywhere. ![]() Here’s one that kids will beg for again and again and again. The bounce of the song is echoed in an animated typography in which not one word is horizontally aligned. His dog looks on with bewilderment as not only his owner but his own body becomes a Technicolor masterpiece. One of Catrow’s patented twisted kewpies, the paint-addicted tot is depicted against a pristine black-and-white (and just cleaned) house, the only color his striped pajamas and the paints-and his increasingly gloppy self. HEAD! / Now I ain’t gonna paint no more. Sung (there’s no other way to read this story) to the tune of “It Ain’t Gonna Rain No More,” the text leads its protagonist from initial misdeed to his mother’s injunction against painting to a clandestine orgy of self-decoration, body part by body part: “I take some red / and I paint my. A madcap painting romp finds a little boy covered head-to-toe in paint-and then he finds himself in the tub. ![]()
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