Song For Delicious
 
 
 
    Our teacher read us a book called The Search For Delicious, by Natalie Babbitt. Since there is a minstrel in the story who sings and writes songs, and since we had worked on songwriting with resident artists this year and last year, we wrote a song about the book. We needed to decide whether to write the song in a narrator’s voice or from a character’s point of view. Our class picked the crows’ point of view because in the story they actually know a lot about what’s happening, and we thought it would be fun.
    For the melody, we listened to different kinds of music, mostly from the middle ages, the time period that most closely resembles the story. We picked a melody to start with that came from a song chorus members were learning {Welcome One and Welcome All (A Festive Processional) by Audrey Snyder}, but we needed to change it up a bit to fit with our words. After we learned it, we practiced and recorded with Mr. Meurs on piano and Mr. Moriarty on guitar. We hope you enjoy our Song For Delicious.
 
            The Search for Delicious
        Song by Ms. Freeman’s Class ‘07-‘08
 
We are the crows, we know, we know
About events from long ago
The king sent Gaylen to take a poll
So he went on The Search for Delicious
 
The new dictionary started it all
And now from power the king might fall
For Hemlock seeks to be master of all
And he’ll use The Search for Delicious
 
[I like pie
I like cheese
Christmas pudding, if you please]
 
[We are the squashies
Well, we’re the crisps
The king will pick our food
No, our food! Our food! Our food! Our food!]
 
Hear the people shouting below
As Gaylen’s wandering to and fro
Who once was friend is now a foe
Because of The Search for Delicious
 
The ancient woldweller up in his tree
Says to the world, “It’s nothing to me.”
The dwarves and the wind don’t care what will be
They’re ignoring The Search for Delicious
 
We are the crows, we watch and we see
We know the whistle is really the key
But if Ardis says , “It’s nothing to me,”
The kingdom will fall to the vicious
 
The end, my friend, we will not tell to thee
You must go look in a library
There the end for yourself you will see
When you read The Search for Delicious
 
“We are the crows...”