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Carol Perkins: The Crocodile Song

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By Carol Perkins

When several classmates and I had lunch last week, our conversation predictably turned to school days. A few attended Summer Shade Elementary and the rest of us went to Edmonton Elementary. Back then, we might as well have lived a hundred miles away from each other because the only time we were together was at elementary ballgames.

The best tales were about teachers whose habits were a little odd. One of our favorite Edmonton teachers was Ms. Moran. Her method of punishment was to hold back a student's hand until it hurt and then inflict further pain by whacking the palm with a ruler. My offense was talking too much. I "got" the ruler a few times, but some were destined for it almost daily. She surely had carpel tunnel when she retired.

We loved her despite her ruler because her style was different. We sang many songs with Ms. Clara Moran, sitting in her chair with us fifth graders surrounding her. My favorite was The Crocodile Song.


She sailed away
On a sunny summer day,
On the back of a crocodile.
I could see this pretty blonde girl, dressed in a long, flowing gown like a beauty queen riding on a float, sailing away on this friendly crocodile.
"You see," said she,
"He's as tame as he can be,
I'll ride him down the Nile."
What a nice crocodile, I thought. I had no idea where the Nile was.
Well, the croc winked his eye
As she waved them all goodbye,
Wearing a happy smile.
I didn't catch on that the winking of the croc was a devilish one or that he was smiling because he had a plan!
At the end of the ride,
The lady was inside,
And the smile
Was on the crocodile!
I never lost sleep over the lady being swallowed by the crocodile. Today, that song would not make a school playlist. Ms. Moran used her hands to form the crocodile's mouth and I could visualize it winking loved us. None of us have forgotten our elementary teachers, but Ms. Moran was special.


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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