Tiny Taylor – 9/17/22

'Tiny Taylor' – a children’s story inspired by Taylor Hawkins.

I

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump, Thump, Thump*

The little hawk thwacked at his tiny drum set with his wings.

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump, Thump, Thump*

Blonde feathers flew in all directions, brown eyes sparkling with light, Tiny Taylor squawked with delight.

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump*

*Thumpity Thump, Thump, Thump*

“Oh my goodness! Look at all these tiny feathers!”

Mamma Hawk chirped. “If you keep playing like that you’re going to be a bald little birdie in no time.”

“What should I use, then Mamma?” The little birdie sighed.

Mamma Hawk reappeared, carrying two small pieces of wood inside.

When Tiny Taylor saw them, he couldn’t believe his birdie eyes!

They were sticks!

Tiny Taylor was given tiny sticks!

Tiny Sticks for tiny drums,

to make a tiny birdies’ dreams come alive.

II

Tiny Taylor played night and day, much to his family’s dismay. 

He played night and day, & night and day; getting better in every way.

Tiny Taylor played louder than he should.

Tiny Taylor played so loud, he became the greatest drummer in all the wood.

Tiny Taylor played louder than he should.

Tiny Taylor played the drums better than anyone else could. 

He joined a band & played with them on the forest floor. 

The Forest Fighters would play, and play, and play and play,

 And then they would play some more.

They would play, play, play & play 

Until their paws and wings were sore.

The Forest Fighters would play, and play, and play and play,

 And then they would play some more.

They played for years on end. 

Making more music than anyone had ever seen before.

They played for years on end.

Down on the forest floor.

III

Years flew by, & Tiny Taylor grew up to be as strong as a boar.

More years went by – & Tiny Taylor wasn’t so tiny any more.

One day; Tiny Taylor grew tired, and flew to his mothers nest.

“Mamma I’m tired” he chirped. 

“I’ve tried my best.”

“Mamma I’m tired” he chirped.

“I’m tired and I need a rest.”

“I know my dear,” Mamma Hawk replied.

 “You’ve given so much to this forest; so much music, so much light…you’ve played and played and played and played; you’ve played with all your might. 

Lay your sticks down, come rest with us, – have a glimpse into the light.

Relax my dear, lay your sticks down, come rest with us; everything’s going to be alright.”

And Tiny Taylor with his eyes shut tight, laid his sticks down, flew off into the sun,

and became the light.

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