Chicken Soup...



They have all sorts of books out called...Chicken Soup for the Soul...Chicken Soup for the Teen...
Chicken Soup...But there is nothing quite like a bowl of homemade Chicken soup to heal the soul with love from one heart to another....Thank You Phyllis! You did my heart good! And reminded me of a song that Carley Simon sang...and my kids use to love....a poem written by Maurice Sendak....My heart is still singing!

January
In January it's so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice

February
In February it will be
My snowman's anniversary
With cake for him and soup for me!
Happy once, happy twice
Happy chicken soup with rice

March
In March the wind blows down the door
And spills my soup upon the floor
It laps it up and roars for more
Blowing once, blowing twice
Blowing chicken soup with rice

April
In April I will go away
To far off Spain or old Bombay
And dream about hot soup all day
Oh, my, oh, once, oh, my, oh, twice
Oh, my, oh, chicken soup with rice

May
In May I truly think it best
To be a robin lightly dressed
Concocting soup inside my nest
Mix it once, mix it twice
Mix that chicken soup with rice

June
In June I saw a charming group
Of roses all begin to droop
I pepped them up with chicken soup!
Sprinkle once, sprinkle twice
Sprinkle chicken soup with rice

July
In July I'll take a peep
Into the cool and fishy deep
Where chicken soup is selling cheap
Selling once, selling twice
Selling chicken soup with rice

August
In August it will be so hot
I will become a cooking pot
Cooking soup of course-why not?
Cooking once, cooking twice
Cooking chicken soup with rice

September
In September, for a while
I will ride a crocodile
Down the chicken soup-y Nile
Paddle once, paddle twice
Paddle chicken soup with rice

October
In October I'll be host
To witches, goblins and a ghost
I'll serve them chicken soup on toast
Whoopy once, whoopy twice
Whoopy chicken soup with rice

November
In November's gusty gale I will flop my flippy tail
And spout hot soup-I'll be a whale!
Spouting once, spouting twice
Spouting chicken soup with rice

December
In December I will be
A baubled, bangled Christmas tree
With soup bowls draped all over me
Merry once, merry twice
Merry chicken soup with rice

I told you once, I told you twice
All seasons of the year are nice
For eating chicken soup with rice

Written by: Maurice Sendak

3 comments:

Pat Dalke said...

Dear Pattie:

It's the love that goes into the chicken soup and rice...

Our granddaughter's kindergarten teacher gave her this book for Christmas 2007 and it was the first book she knew how to read all the way through...I thought I would go insane if I heard that poem again...but, no, it actually brought a smile and warm memories of snuggling up with Charlotte. Thanks!

Lemonade, sun on your feet and chicken soup...life is good.

Most of life distills down to the "simple pleasures".

I'm holding you both in the light,

Pat

doegrozart said...

how weird is this that I come here to see the words of this song that I sang a line of today!!!!
My favorite thing to make to soothe someone...

queen mum said...

My Grandaughter also has that song in a book - WE LOVE READING IT!!

Love ya