Hum It, Bug! UFLI Foundations Lesson 94
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Bug gripped her branch in the spring sun. A fizzy, buzzy feeling made her want to sing. 'I want to sing!' she told the tree. No bird, no bug, was there to see. She took a deep breath, ready and slow, but not a single note began to grow.
Bug saw Duck sing up to the sky. His beak hung open, his head held high. 'Teach me to sing!' Bug gave a call. 'A song needs rain,' said Duck. 'That is all!' Bug was already soaked. 'I do not want a wet song. I want a fun song, the best one yet!'
Frog sat at the pond and puffed up his chest. Since breakfast he had sung the same old song. 'Can you teach me a short one?' Bug asked from the bank. Frog blinked. 'A short one? My song has forty-seven verses, and I am only on verse twelve!' Bug backed away slow.
Big Bird threw back her head and began to sing. The branch shook hard with one big, wild ring. Bug gave a clap and a happy grin. 'Teach me that!' Bug said. She took a deep breath, ready to begin, but all that came was a tiny squeak, thin and small. Big Bird gave Bug a soft pat. 'Maybe try a smaller song.'
Sad Bird drooped on the branch, singing low and slow. 'Ooh, the worms are gone, the sky is gray, my feathers hurt every single day...' Bug wiped her eyes. 'What if we made it a happy song instead? With a bit of swing?' Sad Bird stared. 'Why would you sing a happy song? Sad is pretty.' 'Not that pretty,' Bug muttered, and ran.
Then a bright note rang, and Bug ran to it. 'Chirp chirp-chirp chirp!' Cricket sang. 'Not too wet, not too slow, not too sad!' said Bug. 'Just fun! Can you teach me?' 'Want to know the secret?' asked Cricket. Bug bent in close. 'You do not find your song,' said Cricket. 'You open up and sing it strong.'
Bug stood on a rock. Her legs wobbled. She took a breath and sang at last. 'Chirp!' One bright note rang and spread over the woods. It was not long or big. It was not sad or wet. But it rang like a bell, and it was all hers. 'I can sing!' Bug yelled, and flung one tiny fist up high.
Bug had a wild plan. She ran back to every friend. 'Come sing with me!' she said. At first it was a mess. Duck quacked. Frog croaked on and on. Big Bird sang over them all. Sad Bird sang of gray skies and rain. Bug was sweating as she waved her arms. 'Stop! Sing as a team, not as solo acts!' One by one, they tried again. Duck went soft. Frog kept it short. Big Bird sang low. Slowly, the song began to ring.
Big Bird, Sad Bird, Duck, Frog, and Cricket began to sing. The happy song rolled over the hills. Frog kept it short. Duck sang soft, with not one raindrop. Sad Bird had a grin as he sang. Right in the middle, Bug's bright chirp held them all like a thread. 'What a thing!' she sang, and threw back her head.
That night, and every night after, Bug sang her bright song. She sang to the blooms, the rocks, and the worms. She flung both arms wide, tipped her head back, and let that bright chirp ring and spread. Walk past her hill in spring, and slow your step, and you too will sing.
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