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Swoop the Pterodactyl
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 29, 2008

I had a lot of Beanie Babies
When they were in style
Those little dust collectors
Always made me smile

But there’s a very special one
With whom I’ll never part
Reminding me of when I was young
And dreams sang in my heart

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

I thought I’d search for fossils
Travel to distant lands
Excavating dinosaurs
Is what I’d always planned 

But life had other ideas
Or maybe it was me
Why try to reach beyond my grasp
For what can never be?

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

The grownup is in charge now
But sometimes the child escapes
I sit astride his back
Flying over Cretaceous landscapes
And we glide…. we glide

When I see him on my shelf
I feel a little ache
Perhaps burying my dreams
Was a very big mistake

Can I dig them up again?
A paleontologist at last?
But do I really want to 
Start sifting through the past?

Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree

And we glide, we glide....


This is actually a song

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