Hush Little Problem Solver

Hush little problem-solver, don't you cry Mama's gonna show you another thing to try

If that paper kite won't catch the breeze Mama's gonna make you a kite from leaves

If that leafy kite won't lift off the ground Mama's gonna roll you a hoop that's round

If that wooden hoop just rolls away Mama's gonna find you a hill of clay

If that hill of clay all crumbles down Mama's gonna build you a tower of brown

If that brown old tower starts to lean Mama's gonna show you a new machine

If that new machine spits out a spark Mama's gonna walk you to the city park

If that city park is full of rain Mama's gonna bring out the kite again — Patched up, taped up, string tied tight This time it's gonna fly just right!

Hush little problem-solver, don't you sigh Each thing busted teaches WHY

The leaves were too soft, the hoop was too round The clay was too wet, the tower fell down The machine was sparky, the park was wet But the kite came back — a better kite yet!

If THAT new kite still won't soar Mama's gonna pull out one thing more — Another fix, another guess — Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, Plan Z!

Hush little problem-solver, close your eyes — Tomorrow's pile of broken things Is taller than the day before And the kite's a little higher in the sky.