|Critter Crawl at City Hall
|Critter Crawl at City Hall
is a project created by the
Snellville Arts Commission
2014 Founder Sponsors include
Snellville Downtown Development Authority
Snellville Tourism and Trade
Words and Design by
Inspired by an idea from
|While traveling from London to the good ol’ USA,
Two fine-feathered friends were conversing on their way
Deciding where to make their home and where at last to stay.
In Snellville, they concluded, where the sun shined to make hay.
Along with them, they took a list of friends they’d like to see:
A cat, some frogs, some dancing hogs, plus others there will be.
So on their trip, please join them as they travel fancy-free
You’ll have some fun now you’ve begun, we’re sure that you’ll agree!
|First Feathered Friend
Good morning, good evening, good afternoon!
Now you’ve begun, you’re leaving soon.
My name’s Tom, no turkey I
Will say hello, then say goodbye!
Next on your journey you’re scheduled to see
Three barnyard friends, a critter spree!
Don’t be alarmed at their awkward state
They’re stacked three high, what an odd fate.
And now it’s time to say ‘Adieu’
We hope you’ll have fun before you’re through.
If you prefer, we’ll say, ‘See y’all!’
As you embark on your ‘Critter Crawl’!
|The Animal Pyramid
Three acrobatic animals discussed their lives one day
And wondered if their views’d improve if seen a different way.
“My perspective,” squealed the pig, “would be just fine for me
If my sight could rise at least one inch above my knee.”
The rooster crowed, “I think it’s true that if I were quite tall,
I’d notice lots of things, but, unhappily, I’m small.”
And last, the cow went “Moooo! While largest of this herd,
I’d have a lovely time on top although it sounds absurd!”
The pig first tried the bottom rung; the rooster in-between
Alas! A flattened fowl was truly not a pleasant scene.
The cow jumped on the rooster’s back, the pig sat way up high,
They tumbled quickly down, but vowed they’d give it one last try.
They settled on the order that you see here standing tall
I wonder just how long ’twill be before at last they fall?
|McGillicutty, the K-9 Dog
McGillicutty, the K-9 dog, has an excellent sense of smell
and for strawberry short cake as well.
McGillicutty, the K-9 dog, has found lots of things with his nose.
Like Fruit Loops
and gooey, soft, warm marshmallows.
McGillicutty, the K-9 dog, has chased many smells up a tree
and once Senor Gato with glee!
The K-9 dog, McGillicutty, now finds his rare talents are jailed
His dog watches now are cur-tailed!
|The Croaker Quintet
There’s a fancy form of music playing down in Georgia way
And it starts your toes a’tappin’ and your head and hips to sway.
It’s heard in all the swamplands where amphibians will play,
And once begun, you’ll start to hum and always choose to stay.
Their rhythm section’s swinging (Edgar Burrough’s on the bass),
Playing tuba’s Cousin Harold, and he sets an oompah pace
Beating bongo’s sister Jane; when the cousins start to race
No furniture’s left standing ’cause they’ve wrecked the whole darn place.
On the end a’sawin’ fiddle is Tom Hopper, and you know,
By the evening’s end he’s plumb worn out from rosining his bow
Each night, his right arm’s numb from all the wagglin’ to and fro
It’s worth the cost to watch him cause he puts on quite a show!
And last, not least, Petunia is the singer for the band
She’s got the crowd a’jumping; they’re all smack dab in her hand.
With every song she croaks out, they all quickly understand
They’re witnessing pure genius, and they’ve heard it all firsthand.
So join them as they play their sound down by the verdant green
Rubbing elbows with your neighbor squished up tight like a sardine
The band’ll be a’smokin’, burning hot like gasoline
We’ll dance and play the night away; enjoy this hoppin’ scene!
If you listen closely and keep still with all your might
You may hear a purring sound to give your heart delight
Gaze into the undergrowth to see a feline sight
A wondrous cat, imagine that! Now hear his words take flight:
“Mungojerrie, Macavity, Skimbleshanks, and Gus
These cats have all been friends of mine, and now they’re friends of us.
The Cheshire Cat and Crookshanks, Heinlein’s Petronius
And don’t forget that Cat with Hat who made delightful fuss.
“To read a book or poem on a quiet afternoon
Is one sure way to light a fire and spark away the gloom.
Each time you open up a book, to boredom, you’re immune.
Imagination’s all we have, make sure yours is in tune.”
|The Snellville Jig
The one in front is Gertie
The one behind’s Roselle
The next in line is Clementine
And finally’s Purcell.
Now Gertie likes the tango
Roselle prefers ballet
The other swine enjoy in-line
It’s quite the cabaret!
So, stand up on one tiptoe
Just like each little pig
First, lift your snout, then twist and shout
And do the Snellville jig!
|Second Feathered Friend
Welcome back! I’m glad you’re here
Were all of our directions clear?
Those Critters sometimes like to hide
I’ll bet you found them if you tried
My good friend Tom was first in line
He started off your search and find
Those barnyard friends were standing tall
Should we see now if they did fall?
And after that, the reading cat
Who’s ne’er inclined to stop and chat
Then butterflies and hopping scotch
(I wish that I’d been there to watch!)
And then you found the frog quintet
They sure make an unlikely set
You jumped your way to Mama Bear
McGillicutty next was there
And, finally, you danced the jig
In Snellville, like each little pig
And then there’s me, and who am I?
Well, my name’s Jim, and so, goodbye!
We hope you liked your Critter Crawl
Come back real soon to City Hall!
Mama Bear waiting there
Sticks her nose out in the air
Is it summer, is it fall?
Cubs can hardly tell at all.
What's the weather out today?
"Can we go outside to play?"
Mama nods, and off they run
Doesn't matter, rain or sun.
First they hopscotch, then they jig
Dancing like each little pig
After, chasing butterflies
Leads to night and sleepy eyes.
Mama waits there, smiling wide
Stumbling cubs come back inside
Mama tucks them into bed
Dreams of play run through their head.