Capturing the breath of a wind so soft Feeling the touch of a hand she’d lost Eyes closed tightly Thing things that might be They were perfect thoughts She had only dreamt Kisses like tears fell upon her cheek Knowing she had only night to meet Light would wake her And in time would make her Wait again to see What will always be

Carving away There came a voice laughing. Inside this wood There was something so strange and real. Shaping his head, Down to his knees and toes Old Geppetto made this boy complete. No strings attached Out in the streets he ran Marionette son His father’s pure pride and joy. From all the help That he had been given So this puppet started out in life. Wandering on It was a long journey He disobeyed All his father’s desire and hope. Young and naïve He would believe most schemes That had led him near to face his death. Long grew his nose From all the lies he told And both his ears grew As big as donkey’s do. Then came a tail, On all his fours he stood For this boy just would not tell the truth. Searching in vain Full of regrets and shame Into the mouth Of a fierce old shark he went. Further and far There he soon found his dad, Holding out their arms they both embraced. Up through its throat They swam, escaped and fled. Back to their home Where Pinocchio made a vow Never to roam From his dear old father He had learnt his lesson far too well. As time went on There came a deep yearning Life as a wood toy Had made him so unfulfilled. He had now proved That he would be granted That one dream to be a real boy….

When his mother told him “Go, Jack, now!” Off he went to the market place To sell their cow He (soon) got there (And) wandered around A sale he found Not a cow, but something quite different Made him proud It was a bean, but not worth eating That he knew Planting it in the ground to reach the clouds As the days would apss by Up it grew Then he climbed through the leaves and branches Filled with dew At the top He heard a strange voice Below out loud; “Fee - Fi - Fo – Fum englishmen’s blood was on his tongue Ideas of bones That could be grinded Made him shake Was it a giant’s breakfast he would make? Moving kind of slowly In Jackwent Then saw golden eggs all hatched out From a brent No wild goose chase Had he been on Boy what a score! And a harp that sung like a bird That was absurd Then he climbed down The fleshy beanstalk in a chase You should have seen that crazy giant’s face! Soon he reached the bottom What a drop Then he grabbed for his axe To give this plant a chop With his sleeves Rolled up to his neck One strike would do As the castle trembled and shook, Jack could not look! On his head That poor giant landed He was dead It was a tragic but courageous end

Blooming colours so high Sweet smells and growing pains Run right round and through her veins This bud that has chosen to flower Sways gently in the breeze Bending its knees Holding her head so low She’s wilting just like shame It seems that she’ll take the blame So bare from the petals that fell A beauty that’s unseen Will turn to green

Oak Leaf hat he had for his crown Spider’s web shirt spun round and round Jacket was wove of thistles down Trousers were made of feathers light Apple rind tights tied with an eyelash Mouse’s skin shoes lined with fine hair Merlin had created this boy from a woman’s wish For a son He was just as big as his own father’s thumb So small Tom Thumb! Walnut shell bed tucked in each night Fairies would stare in sheer delight Swallowed by fish (King) Arthur’s fine dish Came into luck with royal touch He rode on a dapper grey mouse like a noble king To his throne (court) A palace of gold was indeed his new home Span high Tom Thumb! Butterfly wings clothes for a knight Chicken hide boots pinching him tight (nimbly sown) Threepenny bit was one kind gift Strutted Tom now in stately pride He set off to visit his dear mum and dad, how glad They would be This one silver piece would make their lives so free At last….at last….at last TOM THUMB! Wayne Shorter Solo Just because you’re two inches tall Doesn’t mean that you should be ashamed This guy was a hero Just look inside all those story books and see The fame he made This little fella Popped out from the womb of his mother T’was a wish that had been spoken And a legend that had now been woken A miracle begot and born Merlin with the wizardry and wonders he would perform Imps and midgets, elves and urchins All this folklore Couldn’t compare with this extra-ordinary kind of chap Petit but neat! So let me tell you more about him All his tricks and antics Made him quite the clown if ever there was one (He) fell inside his mother’s christmas pud (A) cow that ate him up so real and good (A) raven bird, a hungry giant, a fish that gulped this shrimpy man (A) king who found him served up on his royal platter (A) magnifying glass was used to clarify and de-mystify The kings diminutive dinner The Garagantua and the queen of all the fairies This klein kid made history James Spaulding Solo Never has there been another man Who had quite so many fans This fine chap put his mark on the map A minute little boy was he Just a slip of a lad A manikin of great feats Who took the world by storm A fine example of how you can succeed When you’ve self will, a single mindedness and firmness of ground With spunk and power to survive He was tough, full of guts Make no bones about that! A native hue of resolution And a stamina made out of iron Had kept him from a fate far worse than death A garçon beyond belief So the moral of the story lies We can achieve just about anything that we please No matter of the stature we have Squat, small or tall, it makes no difference Just a determinating disposition, that directly flows intuition Until a thirsty soul has found its goal There are endless possibilities When courage listens to its heart

Through the jungle On an elephant we ride Treading carefully We’re tightly side by side Exploring mysteries that no one dared Distant drum beats pervade the air Chanting voices of old Secret stories we’re told Lions, tigers, bears And slimy snakes that bite Are the only creatures Clearly out of sight Eyes around and us they stare Noises heard but there’s no one there Voodoo dissonant wails Whispering leaves tell their tales In a moment All the trees begin to stir And the biggest cats They hungrily will purr Yes the king has arrived it seems A mane of power and a look that gleams Someones fate will be lost (At) simply anyones cost In the jungle In the jungle we must hide For he’s opening his jaw So very wide Thoughts of food beckon in his ear Takes me far, far away from here Danger steals into night Like birds we must take flight

Introduction Cackling breeze chattered and teased It was a strange sound Bubbling skies, simmered with lies Over the vast ground Through all the mist, sorcery hissed Into the thick fog There was such enchantment coming our way Casting spells and waving wands And things that can’t be mentioned Evil powers from devils Just to further bad intentions Folklore with its legends Seemed to cause some apprehension Eye of next and wing of bat The legs of toads were sentenced In a pot of hot brew Stirred and left to just stew Then their deed was done All their rituals, all their magic Riding on their broomsticks Through the moonlight in the cold air Looked upon as servants With the sin that Satan had spared Condemned to drown, burn or hang It really wasn’t that fair Floating in the water All their bodies that were left bare T’was a sight for sore eyes Seeing they would all die Soles were left behind All their broomsticks, all their mystery

The fairies put this young boy to sleep He drifted right down Through waters so deep He woke to find his body had gills Just like a real fish Amphibious babe A cool, clear water-world Of shells creatures and pearls He’d left the land that once was his home To follow a life So wet and alone He swam along the great salmons back And ventured with hope To find the right track To ‘Shiny Wall’ and through the white gate To ‘Peacepool’ And mother Carey’s haven So far down to the sea Of eels, lobsters and whales The other end of nowhere he’d go By hook or by crook He’d get there quite soon For seven days and for seven nights He plundered on out In search for these sights Sea serpents and all kinds of strange beasts A bogeyman with great claws And huge teeth He crashed into each wave And fought hard to be brave His task would soon be done and complete And home he would go To his own land world He rubbed his eyes in sheer disbelief His feet were now down On soil, grass and leaf The air was filled with song, sweet and light A ladies high voice That beckoned him “come!” He ran near to her side The joy he could not hide Tom flew into Miss Ellie’s soft arms And held her so close ‘Til death they did part

Questions and commands Leave you in demand Waiting for those answers that you need Will keep you in suspense Making the right move Means that you’ll improve Thinking you are right when you are wrong Is something we all learn There are times When you decide That life’s not what it seems Then you must strive And change your drive So long as you can thrive Choices that you take Can’t be left too late Being sure and knowing its what you want Is saying yes or no

Smoke rings in the wind Lament and float on round the canyons Visions shared in meditation Wake so many voices Through the spirit language down to earth Wings of power reach up to touch the heav’n Past the sun, the moon and stars above Tribes of circled hands Gather with joy and festive dancing Filling up the sky with breath That blows into each season Ceremonies through their mask begin Ashes spread the ground so very thin Medicines and remedies unseen The Holy man raises his pipe And prays to ‘Waken Tanka’ Asking knowledge of ‘Him’ Source of all things, yet the greatest Unshe-ma la ye, please make my path In the message of so many songs That they sing from deep within….. Hi - Ye Hi - Ye Hi - Ye Hi – Ye Hi – Ye Hi – Ye Hi – Ye Hi – Ye In the prayers of living Zunis The ask for good fortune Forever, (Ishalmatte), until death itself Will end this world created Animal, not man, will be new life From shadows of their human past Creatures of the land or sea Rpt. Hi - Ye (Section)

So softly burns new light That leaves these eyes so bright Through dreams and sleepless nights She waits to be held tight Unaware of who she is Or who she wants to be Through fights and many games The answer will remain The look that says it all From one whose very small Each day she’ll grow so tall And learn to face each fall