Rascality

     I had made progress with my new behavior dyscontrol (BD) admissions: Ty, Lilla, and Greg all age 12.  They along with my regulars, Ted, Ashley, Ronald, Shane, Stanley and Roy became rascal-like creating a song for our educational assistant, Shawna, who was, sadly, leaving  to return to college.  Using a variation of "A Big Fat Walleye" by Bret Hesta.  The original goes something like this:
     Early in the morning I load up the canoe.
     Only one thing is gonna break these blues.
     I want a Big Fat Wal-leye (Oooo-ooo).
     I want a Big Fat Wal-leye (Oooo-ooo) and so on.

     No professional days, on the calendar, so we impishly planned a celebration involving her weakness.  While she was upstairs on trumped up errands we used mischievous Stanley's story. He had told of the day in science class that Shawna had jumped straight off the floor when a centipede escaped from our soil terrarium.  He mimed the pertinent visual story about how she appeared to levitate in the air.  His embellished story went something like this.
     "She jumped and hung in the air with her feet off the floor.  Her feet pointed straight ahead.  She had great hang time in the air.  None of us had seen anything like that before.  We all rolled on the floor in laughter."
     Shawna's fear, weaknesses in all of us revved up the creative juices, also, in all of us...especially when it''s not about us.  And under pressure of Shawna's imminent return, an impish behavior likened to their diagnosis-es flowed, only, flowing in a healthy direction. 
     Following is the tasty, picturesque, harmonious, impromptu serenade the group composed. Each used any instrument of choice.  Stanley carried the tune on the recorder with the rest of the students on back up with wood blocks, castanets, small drum, bongos, and rasp.
     Shawna's Song:  A Big Fat Worm
     Shawna ate a big fat worm.
     Yum, yum!
     Shawna ate a big fat worm,  
     Yum, yum!
     She ate a striped one a
     green one,
     And she's dying for another
     one.  Nah!

     Naaah, yeah, we did not end Shawna's honors or embarrassing ceremony there.  We demanded that she eat and share her candy gummy worms that were placed in a clear plastic apple, and that she should be very professional about it:)
Having built "fear" immunity through song and laughter, the students left the classroom with worms hanging out of their mouths.  We had enjoyed our rascality.

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