Clay Guardian: The Tale of Jude
Dreidle, dreidle, dreidle, I made you out of clay,
Dreidle, dreidle, dreidle, now dreidle will I play!
"…No, that's not right…"
I want to make a masterpiece
Something that stands tall and proud--
A work of visual art, expressing
My innermost feelings out loud.
Michelangelo had his David
Ronin had his Thinker
The ancients had Venus de Milo
Now it's time for me to tinker.
I work here on this clay,
Stuffing the mud into a stove
I build and carve and construct it
And shape it up with love.
For a castle's Guardian Deity
Must be proud and strong and tall
It must invoke a feeling
To those that pass the hall.
It should exude some honor
It should make men feel bold
It needs some class built in it
Amidst the nickel and gold.
Mud, water, earth, and clay,
Mixed up right in a pot,
Stuff the sculpture in a kiln now
And bake it up real hot!
Burn the mix til' it's nice and hard
Make sure it does not break
Listen now, my student--
Listen, for goodness' sake!
I teach you what I know now,
Because your eyes shine bright
Tis' for the mold do you luster
Tis' for this pride, this right!
So heed all of my teachings,
Make sure you understand
For when the Clay Guardian comes forth
It'll influence ev'ry man!
And when you look in their eyes
As they gaze on your creation
If you see them wear a smile
Then tis you who'll have elation!
In other words, do good and you will have good done to you.
"…Still not right!"
I've been workin' on the Sculpture
All the live-long day!
I've been workin' on the Sculpture
Just to pass the time away…
"…It might be awhile before I get this song right… Because after all, I can't work if I can't sing!"
The End