Swoop the Ptetodactyl

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