I wrote this poem when I was eight: Once I saw the moon and it married the star in the middle of june and very soon i called to the star come out! come out! wherever you are?
I'm here! I'm here! in a bottle of beer! So I took it out and said with a shout:
'Here you are!" I said to the star that married the moon in the middle of June.
RIght now they are doing a tribute to Mr. Dressup in the Glenn Gould Studio. Those who want to can see the broadcast in the Atrium. It is so surreal, all these biz-attire adults staring morosely at the video screen, in this big, white atrium. They are playing very loud children's tunes. One balding dude with a ponytail is clapping his hands and singing, every now and then pinching the bridge of his nose and bowing his head.
