"Is there really a human race?
Is it going on now all over the place?
When did it start?
Who said, "Ready, Set, Go"?
Did it start on my birthday?
I really must know.
Do I warm up and stretch?
Do I practice and train?
Do I get my own coach?
Do I get my own lane?
Do I race in the snow?
Do I race in a twister?
Am I racing my friends?
Am I racing my sister?
If the race is a relay, is Dad on my team:
And his dad and his dad? You know what I mean.
(This had a marvelous illustration of a caveman passing a bone to his son, a Greek passing an olive branch, an indian passing a feather, a Puritan passing a drumstick, etc., etc., until the last man passes a baton to his son.)
Is the race like a loop or an obstacle course?
Am I a jockey, or am I a horse?
Is there pushing and shoving to get to the lead?
If the race is unfair, will I succeed?
Do some of us win? Do some of us lose?
Is winning or losing something I choose?
Why am I racing? What am I winning?
Does all of my racing keep the world spinning?
If I get off track when I take the wrong turn,
Do I make my way back from mistakes? Do I learn?
Is it a sprint? A dash to the end?
Am I aware of the time that I spend?
And why do I do it, this zillion yard dash?
If we don't help each other we're all going to CRASH."
"Sometimes it's better not to go fast.
There are beautiful sights to be seen when you're last.
Shouldn't it be that you just try your best?
And that's more important than beating the rest?
Shouldn't it be looking back at the end
that you judge your own race by the help that you lend?
So, take what's inside you and make big, bold choices,
And for those who can't speak for themselves,
use bold voices.
And make friends and love well,
bring art to this place
And make the world better
for the whole human race."
Is it going on now all over the place?
When did it start?
Who said, "Ready, Set, Go"?
Did it start on my birthday?
I really must know.
Do I warm up and stretch?
Do I practice and train?
Do I get my own coach?
Do I get my own lane?
Do I race in the snow?
Do I race in a twister?
Am I racing my friends?
Am I racing my sister?
If the race is a relay, is Dad on my team:
And his dad and his dad? You know what I mean.
(This had a marvelous illustration of a caveman passing a bone to his son, a Greek passing an olive branch, an indian passing a feather, a Puritan passing a drumstick, etc., etc., until the last man passes a baton to his son.)
Is the race like a loop or an obstacle course?
Am I a jockey, or am I a horse?
Is there pushing and shoving to get to the lead?
If the race is unfair, will I succeed?
Do some of us win? Do some of us lose?
Is winning or losing something I choose?
Why am I racing? What am I winning?
Does all of my racing keep the world spinning?
If I get off track when I take the wrong turn,
Do I make my way back from mistakes? Do I learn?
Is it a sprint? A dash to the end?
Am I aware of the time that I spend?
And why do I do it, this zillion yard dash?
If we don't help each other we're all going to CRASH."
"Sometimes it's better not to go fast.
There are beautiful sights to be seen when you're last.
Shouldn't it be that you just try your best?
And that's more important than beating the rest?
Shouldn't it be looking back at the end
that you judge your own race by the help that you lend?
So, take what's inside you and make big, bold choices,
And for those who can't speak for themselves,
use bold voices.
And make friends and love well,
bring art to this place
And make the world better
for the whole human race."