Sunday 30 October 2016

Going on a life hunt

An adaptation of the classic, 'Going on a Bear Hunt' by Michael Rosen

We're going on a life hunt.
We've got to find a new one.
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared.

Uh-oh! Sadness!
Thick, cloud of sadness.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it:
Stumble, trip.
Stumble, trip.
Stumble, trip.

We're going on a life hunt,
Don't want to find a new one.
It might be a beautiful day but
we don't care.

Uh-oh, numbness!
Brain-dumbing numbness.
We can't go over it. 
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it!
Eating.
Drinking, 
Overthinking. 

We're going on a life hunt.
We've got to find a good one.
Want a beautiful day!
We're not impaired.

Uh-oh! Memories!
Deep, creeping memories.
We can't go over them.
We can't go under them.
Oh no!
We've got to go through them:
Sinking, drowning.
Sinking, drowning.

We're going on a life hunt.
We can't go back to the old one.
It was full of beautiful days.
Life's not fair.

Uh-oh! Anger!
Hot, mean, anger.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it.
Storm, rage.
Storm, rage.
Storm, rage.

We're going on a life hunt.
We've got to find a future.
Just one more beautiful day
with someone else who cares.

Uh-oh! Guilt!
Icky, sticky guilt.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it:
Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry. 
Sorry, sorry.

We're going on a life hunt.
They say we've got to move on.
Make our own beautiful days
if we dare.

Uh-oh! The future!
The yawning, dawning future.
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no! 
We've got to go through it.

Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe.
WHAT'S THAT?
Minutes, hours and days ahead,
got to keep getting out of bed. 
IT'S A LIFE!

Quick.
Back away from the future:
tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe.
Back through the guilt:
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Back through the anger:
Storm, rage, storm, rage.
Back through the memories;
Sinking, drowning, sinking, drowning.
Back through the sadness:
stumble, trip, stumble trip.

Get back to the past,
open the door, 
up the stairs.

Oh no! 
We forgot to shut the door.
Back downstairs.

Shut the door.
Back upstairs,
Into the bedroom.

Into bed.
Under the covers.

We're not going on a life hunt again.

(Well, not today, anyway).

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