I MAKE UP SONGS


I make up songs inside my head
When I have things to say
Like bells and gongs inside my head
The music flows and goes away

I make a song when I am sitting up in a tree
Or when I need a little company
Just a song for me

I make a song, it may not rhyme
But, then again, it may
I sing it when I’m lying in my bed
I make a song that every time I sing a different way
I really like to make up all those pretty songs inside my head

I sing it running down the road
Or when I feel the swallows on my face
I sing it in my secret hiding place
Secret hiding place

I make a song that’s all my own
To celebrate each day
I sing it when I feel a big, “Hooray”
I laugh and shout, I let it out
I feel the music spread
I really like to make up all those pretty songs inside my head