Never
Say ‘I Can’t’
By Jeyakar
Vedamanickam
Two
frogs fell into a farmer’s vat
Filled
with cream, milk and fat.
One
licked some cream and hoarsely croaked,
“Tastes
good, but what we need’s, ‘to stay afloat’”
The
other one gave up with a shout,
“We
are stout, we can’t get out.”
Cried
he, “I can’t, I can’t”.
Bade
adieu and breathed his last.
The
lone stout frog, to himself, he croaked,
“To
stay afloat, I’ll need a boat.
“Till
then I’ll kick and beat about
To
keep my breath from flaming out”;
But
never will say, “I can’t, I can’t’
As
was my now dead, companion’s wont”.
The
kicking went on for hours – four,
Stirring
the rich fat milky store;
This
churned a ball of butter afloat.
Seeing
the ball the frog now croaked,
“Here
it is; my boat, my boat”.
Hugged
his boat and stayed afloat.
Awhile
the twain they lobbed and bobbed,
Till
he breathed easy; not his last;
The
hug had squeezed the butter dry and hard,
Into
a launching pad, a pad of lard;
So
he hopped aboard, crouched on all four,
And
out he sprang, from the milky store.
Said he, “I am glad, I never ever chant,
This
deadly phrase, ‘I can’t’, ‘I can’t’”.
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The above poem is taken from the book: 'Sculpting Angels : Parenting Lessons for Fostering Creativity in Children' by Jeyakar Vedamanickam. The book has 33 chapters. Each chapter explains a value/thought/skill that facilitates creative growth followed by an activity for the family which helps imbibe/hone the value/skill.
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