First Circle Albums
Alphabetical Insects to Ballads of Storytelling through a Child’s Eyes. From Pirates and Action Songs to Expressions of Emotions. TFS offers our lyrics and the journey of music, learning, and imagination.
My Journey into Stories & Songs
After arthritis forced me to step away from cooking, I found myself writing short stories and sharing them with friends. Soon, I began creating visual representations with the help of AI tools — a way to bring those stories to life.
One of the first lessons I learned came from a legal aid advisor: in Canada, cartoons or representations of real people and places require consent, so I chose not to use any images that could raise copyright or privacy concerns.
That same advisor also told me that if I planned to sell my work, I needed to be in good standing as a registered business. He advised me to let go of anything created by students, parents, or during my past employment as an educator, since I could not guarantee full intellectual property rights to that material.
So today, every story, lyric, and picture I share through Tallen Families Stories is something I created, revised, and approved for safe family use.
Tallen Families First Circle Songs
Alphabetical Insects to Lamma getting ready for school. Inspired by Pirates and Classroom Music challenges find the Reasons for the Lyrics and Actions to Songs. Join the journey of music, learning, and imagination.
INSECTS APPLY BEATS CAN YOU
An interactive insect-themed song where children explore rhythm and beats inspired by buzzing bees, hopping grasshoppers, and beatboxing.
🐝 Click to Learn Why Insects? And Why AI?
Spring is here, and the bugs are buzzing! At Tallen Families Stories we asked: What if the alphabet wasn’t just sung, but explored through real animals, sounds, and actions?
Children’s books sometimes get pulled from shelves, and even the ABC has been re-imagined in ways that don’t always connect. So we decided to build something fresh and fun: a monthly themed alphabet series.
- This month: Insects!
- Next month: Ocean “Angry ABCs.”
Behind the Song: From AI to “Icky”
Each spring, I’ve taught lessons about insects and creepy-crawlies. The hardest part was always choosing which bug to spotlight!
When I couldn’t find a perfect insect for tricky letters (like D, I, or W), I turned to the classroom, each child picks a letter and 1-3 animals to present then we would try to ask as a class what one word or sentence discribed the animal. As the class list In Canada is consider the Classrooms intellectuals property
I used 2025 AI Goggle Search and asked prompts like: “List 3 insects starting with K and a fun fact about each.”
🪲 1. Katydid A leaf-like green insect known for its chirping. Common in kids’ songs and fun to animate!
🐞 2. Kissing Bug A real insect known for biting around the mouth (not as cute… but very real). Found mostly in the Americas.
🐜 3. Killer Bee A hybrid bee species known for its aggression.
This gave me a pool of characters with both learning value and rhythm like the Red Admiral butterfly orhis gave me a pool of characters with both learning value and rhythm like the Red Admiral butterfly, and Killer Bee. My Grandpa raised bees and was Deathly Allergic yet he could tend to them with minimal fear. I decided after reading Killer be to defend bees as helpers, while clarifying that wasps, hornets, and yellow jackets are the real pests.
AI offered the raw data and names but the heart of the lyrics came from me. For example, instead of “Insectivore,” I wrote “I is for Icky!” because that’s what made toddlers and parents laugh. And laughter makes the alphabet song better than any “Fact or AI generated song”. That’s how this song was born from out of years of teaching, a dash of AI research, and lots of laughter.
Original Song Lyrics Vs Spotify Lyrics
A Song That Sparks Curiosity and Creativity
Originally, the song featured the line “V is for Variegated Meadowhawk, a dragonfly that’s all the talk” a playful nod to nature and rhythm. However, it was later removed to avoid sounding too AI-generated. The beatboxing element, taught by a talented local artist in Whitehorse, added a hands-on educational layer, showing kids how pronunciation can become percussion. During performances, children often notice that letters Q, R, and S repeat, and that U and V are skipped and this shows the song creates unexpected questions and engagement. This intentional quirk turns the song into a learning moment, blending music, curiosity, and community. Using AI music labs I tried several prompts before landing on a blend of Children’s music and HipHop. The real sound changes with sentence structures and word changes. Using spaces creates pauses for each line. Brackets caused children’s sounds against the Hip Hop flow.
Alphabetical Insects – With Beatbox Transitions (Beatbox tags like “” can be used as placeholders for real sounds in a song mix put your lips in weird shapes as you think of sounds not words)
A is for Ant, so tiny and quick (tss-kah, tss-kah)
B is for Bee, yellow black fuzz thick (buh-buh-tss)
C is for Caterpillar, crawling on a tree (kah-kah, chk-chk)
D is for Dragonfly, Mr. Tallon that’s me! (chuh, drop beat)
E is for Earwig, hiding in the shade (tss-tss, snap!)
F is for Firefly, lighting up a parade (light show “ding!”)
G is for Grasshopper, jumps and can fly (boing-kah-boing)
H is for Hornet, jerks of the sky (buzzzzz, crash beat)
I is for Icky, yucky and don’t wanna touchy (eww! womp-womp)
J is for Junebug, with a shiny grin (bling bling-kah!)
K is for Killer bee, at Tallon Animal Farm maybe (sting-zap! beat)
L is for Ladybug, red and bright (twirl-beep!)
M is for Moth, fluttering around at night (flap-flap, whisper beat)
N is for Nits, one is barely there but with many, people start to fear (creepy-crawl-snap)
O is for Owlfly, with big bold eyes (hoo-hoo beat)
P is for Praying mantis, patient and wise (meditation chime tss)
Q is for Queen bee, Honey Mommy of a pollinating hive (royal trumpet: “doo-doo-da!”)
R is for Rhinoceros Beetle, taking his horn out with drive (vroom-rumble-kah)
S is for Stick bug, hiding in plain sight (freeze beat) T is for Termite, chewing both day and night (munch-munch-munch-tss)
Q is for Queen bee, Honey Mommy of a pollinating hive (royal trumpet: “doo-doo-da!”)
R is for Rhinoceros Beetle, taking his horn out with drive (vroom-rumble-kah)
S is for Stick bug, hiding in plain sight (freeze beat) T is for Termite, chewing both day and night (munch-munch-munch-tss)
W is for Wasp, this meany thinks he is the best (sting-zing-bzz)
X is for Xylocopid bee, building trying their very best (hammer-pop beat)
Y is for Yellowjacket, quick and loud (zoom-zoom-kah!)
🦙 Lamma Lamma: Songs for Action and Imagination
Kamloops has a great place called “Little Farmers Zoo” with Lammas and Goats. My wife and Nieces love it and a song while getting the youngest ready became a classroom hit. Lamma Lamma can be replaced with the child name and activity. Singing creates mental checklist great for developing minds.
Learn about the song here
🦙 Lamma Lamma: A Morning Checklist in Song
Why this song?
Lamma Lamma isn’t just silly fun — it’s a musical morning checklist that helps children practice independence while laughing and moving. Each verse combines an animal action with a real-life morning routine step.
- Put on shirt and pants → Pretend to be a lamma stretching into clothes.
- Brush hair and teeth → Funny faces, animal noises, and pretend brushes.
- Make toast and bananas → Practice simple motions with hands.
- Eat toast → Pretend munching brings everyone together.
- Monkey chest-beating → A free play break for big movement.
- Take a picture → Stop and “pose” as a reminder for parents/teachers to check: Does the child have everything before leaving?
Why the rushed transition?
The move from Monkey Free Play to Taking Pictures is intentionally quick. This is the hardest part helping children stop, focus, and reset. It trains them to pause and pay attention, making it easier to either begin Circle Time calmly or head out the door prepared. Songs are a wonderful way to begin a group activity or story time session. Children love to come up with their own actions and lyrics, almost like a game of Simon Says.
Songs where each line is sung once and then repeated work especially well repetition builds memory, confidence, and laughter. And of course, silly words like “hairy” or “butts” feel like pure comedy to a 4-year-old.
Children also love pretending and mimicking what they see. They adore animals, and they copy adults all the time. That’s how the words “Lamma Lamma” were born. At first, I thought of Lady Lamma, but after seeing a playful card with a llama and a banana, I remembered the classic “Bananas in Pajamas.” The name “Lamma Lamma” felt inclusive, fun, and perfectly tuned for toddlers ages 2–5.
As children grow, they can imagine being different animals and invent new actions. For example:
- “I am Lamma” → add animal actions or silly logic.
- “Put on shirt” → doesn’t need to rhyme! It’s about connecting the thought to the action.
When children act out putting on a shirt, their brains quietly measure the time it takes — like how fast or slow a lamma might get dressed. You can pause the song on your phone, sing it out loud, or let the children add their own ideas.
I often repeat the first line two or three times. This helps even shy children join in by the third line. It builds teamwork and a sense of unity. That’s why Lamma Lamma makes such a great introduction song, especially when you need something lively rather than quiet to start with.
Pro Tip for Parents & Teachers:
If a child is disruptive, invite them to lead the last action instead. Asking, “Can you help us end the song before we sit down?” turns their energy into excitement. This way, the child becomes a helper and role model instead of a distraction.
Lamma Lamma by John Tallen.
Lammas lammas don’t need pajamas because, they got hairy butts. (put on shirt)
Lammas lammas don’t need pajamas because, they got hairy butts. (put on pants)
Lammas lammas have hair curly like grandmas, so brush your hairy butts (brush your hair)
Lammas lammas have teeth like grandpas so brush your smiley butts. (brush your teeth)
Lammas lammas eat toast with lots of jams yum! Feed your hairy butts (spread jam on your toast)
Lammas lammas like to eat bananas, good for their hairy butts (eat your banana and toast).
Lammas lammas (makes monkey sounds) monkeys are on their butts. (beat chest like a gorilla).
Lammas lammas like to take a picture, with their hairy butts (Children makes a funny face)
Lammas lammas causing all the drama, with their hairy butts. (shake your butts.)
Lammas Lammas don’t need pajamas cause, they got hairy butts. (Every one sits on the floor hopefully getting wiggles out).
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Part time I would come home wet from dishes and I started thinking what would I do if I quit.
Click here for Pirates, and First Lyrics
This song was born out of a simple class conversation. In an English-for-beginners lesson, we talked about pirates and how, in the Philippines, even fishermen sometimes had to worry about them. That spark of imagination led me to write my first pirate-themed lyrics.
The same day, I applied to become a registered business, and my plan was approved. That “orange-highlighted text” below shows how the lyrics became the starting point. A friend suggested, “Why not use AI to help shape it into music?”
At first, I tried several free music generators, but none of them respected the words I had already written. That’s why I chose AI Music Labs — it was the first tool that let me keep my lyrics at the center while experimenting with sound.
This pirate song became my first test of blending authentic writing with AI assistance.
I typed my course and original lyrics into Chat GTP and this is what it Recommended
Come grab your friends we need a choir!
Someone like me, but who sings higher.
I won’t forget my friends down low,
We just needed a part that’s nice and slow...
Deep voice from the littlest child
“I can’t believe there was a spot for me
A ramp for my voice, a chance to be.
If I belong… then so can you.
Just turn this up and belt your tune!”
“orange-highlighted text” shows progression of TFS
I’m feelin’ lucky, I’m standing’ tall, My Business Plan was approved and I got a CRN number
No more burdened, no more stall. I have Career Direction again
Yeah I’m broke, but I broke the chain Disability or Part time work were not the only options after all.
Left my job before I snapped from the strain. I applied for Provincial Disability Recognition and start building the site.
To all who joked or doubted my flame, Lots of people said don’t try get on Government Supports. But I want to work and I want to Contribute.
Mr. Talon the Dragon remembers your name. All the helpers, students and dreamers thank you. I appreciated the supportive individuals and internet Trolls that still don’t believe TFS.
But I ain’t mad I’m just breathing’ smoke, I get why everyone wants to share their opinions that is why I am using my credentials only as a moderator. TFS provides what they believes in sharing where information comes from rather then share information as absolute truths.
Building a world for the kids I spoke. The children and the families are the builders and foundation. On Facebook and soon on the site your comments build stories and songs.
So come on children, gather ‘round Time we turned our smiles from down.
Pick ’em up, now cheer with me. It’s circle time at Tallen Families!
It’s silly time, for you and me Songs and stories, wild and free.
Yes, it’s silly time for you and me… More songs like this at Tallen Families! This is My first Song I wanted like a 90s day cartoon vs Children’s Pirate Party
TFS Presents: Songs for Every Emotion
TFS presents: Songs for Every Emotion
All songs on this album were created and owned by John Tallen, under the Tallen Families Stories project.
The instrumental tracks were generated using AI Music Labs, guided by my original ideas and prompts to create custom music. I did not use any pre-made loops or samples from public libraries like GarageBand, FL Studio, Logic, or other stock packs.
Each song was edited, arranged, and mixed by me using Audacity, and includes my own spoken lines, background vocals, or disclaimers.
No parts of these songs come from movies, TV, public domain audio, or other people’s social media content. All rights are reserved.
I encourage families and educators to use my music for fun, learning, and creating family memories — but please do not remix or upload my music as your own.
This is my music brings back my voice, and my stories shared with joy, made with care, and protected for my listeners.
April Fools AI Polka Dot
Chat GTP and AI Music Labs was used to alter Polka dot Surprise. Then was revised by Tallen Families Stories this was the result:
I woke up this morning, rubbed my eyes,
Looked in the mirror what a surprise!
Covered in polka dots, head to toe,
Where did they come from? I don’t know!
Tried to scrub ’em off uh oh, no luck!
Now I’ve got stripes like a rainbow duck!
Mom yelled, “Hurry, it’s time for school!”
Dad just giggled, “Ha! April Fools!”
Polka dot, polka dot, now with stripes and more,
Toothbrush talks and clothes on the floor.
Backpack honks like a moose on the loose,
This must be a prank from a silly goose!
Polka dot, polka dot, what’s the news?
Fridge just danced in my grandma’s shoes!
Someone help, I’m confused…
My cat just said, Today There are no rules!
Oh
Tried to get dressed, but my socks ran away,
My hat did a cartwheel and yelled, “Hooray!”
My cereal bounced like a frog in the bowl,
This prank-filled day is outta control!
The fridge said “Boo!” and started to laugh,
The toaster made toast shaped like a giraffe!
I asked for calm, just needed some peace…
But my sandwich did yoga with a piece of cheese!
Polka dot, polka dot, my head is spinning fast,
Pictures wave as I walk past.
Oh
Moose with a backpack, fridge doing jigs,
My cat’s wearing grandma’s wig!
Polka dot, polka dot, don’t be cruel…
My cat just winked Come on “APRIL FOOLS!”
“No rules today!” said my talking chair,
“Let’s fly to school in scuba gear!”
“Bounce on your belly, ride on a sneeze!”
“Let’s prank the sun and tickle the trees”
“Polka dots, stripes, what should I do?”
“Laugh out loud Join us soon!”
“April 1st is wild to me, it’s hard to cope…”
My grandpa said “Brush your teeth with rainbow soap!”
Polka dot, polka dot, surprise attack,
Now I’ve got googly eyes on my back!
One last laugh before they snooze…
Remember, you are the ones that said there are no rules!
So I grabbed some jelly and dad shoe,
Filled the sink with slime and toilet with shampoo goo!
I tied balloons to the family cat,
Then hid behind Mom’s keys in litter box with the cat.
Dad slipped on glitter coffee, and Mom found an eye in her pie,
Shaving Cream flew through the air and hit the fridge who started to cry!
Mom and Dad both stood shocked, then burst out in cheer,
“Okay, you win! April Fools
But we’ll get you next year!”
Deni Rocks
This is Deni’s Song about Rocks
Hello everyone I am someone new. Not a Dragon but a Capybara girls and dudes!
I had to sneak in on this track before Mr. Talon comes back not to be rude
I just corrected him so many times I didn’t know what else to do.
He keeps calling this Deni’s Rocks but that’s not the name
It is Deni Rocks see not the same.
If you came here to learn about Geology thats just not me.
I like to share Rocks only visually.
I like them big ones as big as a van. I love little ones multicolor in the sand. I love the crystals and the geodes with a prize millions years old.
Mr. Talon this is not a geology song talking Igneous, metamorphic or sedimentary.
He keeps saying “Deni Rocks,” oh my word,
But it’s Deni Rocks haven’t you heard?
Don’t scratch my rocks, no scales for my chunky friend today,
I just like like! rocks in a visual way!
Kids you Can Sing along Too
Deni Rocks! Deni Rocks!
Because they shimmer and sparkle in the box!
Deni Rocks! Deni Rocks! Deni Rocks!
I hold them tight, I never toss!
If you nicely say can I have olne I say get lost.
Wait a sec thats not nice but don’t touch my Rocks and you won’t get beat!
Igneous, metamorphic, sedimentary which one needs pressure which one needs heat?
Deni everyone sing with me because
This is my jam, and Deni Rocks!
I love the big ones, the size of a van,
Tiny rainbow ones that fit in my hand.
Geodes hiding crystals deep inside
Millions of years in a glittery ride!
They’re smooth, they’re rough, they feel so cool,
Each one’s like a little shiny jewel.
Not for science, just for fun,
Holding rocks is number one!
Deni Rocks!
Because of how they look! How do they look?
Deni Rocks! (Hey)
And the way they feel, oh look!
Deni Rocks! (She rocks!)
Even Mr. Talon agrees…
They rock because… she has a page at Tallen Families and that rocks, you see!
Down By the Lake Fire \or Hungry Fire Song
| Down by the Lake Fire | The Hungry Fire Song sung repeat like “Down by the Bay |
| Down by the lake, Where the campers go, Down to the fire, Where stories glow. I heard a camper say… The fire went CRACKLE! Then gobbled a snack Oh It swallowed my marshmallow, Down by the lake! Down by the lake, With a smore on my plate, I turned my back Now it’s too late! The fire licked its lips… And gave a big grin, Then slurped up my hotdog right off the tin! Down by the lake! Down by the lake, With my socks all dry, I left ‘em close as I was told, But don’t ask why… That fire got bold, Like a sneaky raccoon, Now it;s shooting Flames as high as the moon. Down by the lake! Down by the lake, Where ghost tales flow, The fire heard one And shouted, “Whoa!” It danced and it twirled, Like a whip cream on a hot coco swirl, Then burped up a tent peg with a flag unfurled! Down by the lake! Down by the lake, When the night gets cold, The fire is hungry, Or so I’m told… It’ll toast your snack, And steal it back It’s the sneakiest flame so hide in a sleeping bag sack! Down by the lake! So if you camp there, Hold your food tight… That fire gets munchy In the middle of the night! It may not bite, But you just might find— Your fuzzy old pillow got toasted behind! Down by the lake! By Tallen Families | Down By the Lake Where the campers go, Down to the Fire Where stories are told I heard a camper say (Repeat each time) The Fire went snackle then gobbled my taco (any rhyming food). Down by the Lake. Repeat for each child that has a share. Other Tallen ideas I the flames jumped on to my winter coat then it burped leaving smoke Down By the Lake The sparks always try to leave now they sneak away with every breeze. Down by the Lake |
Dragon Calling Home
The Story behind Dragon Calling
I except if you looked at my situation right now, you might never expect to find that my life literally began with a jet ride.
Tallen Family Stories explores how hardship, family struggles, and early responsibilities shape our experience as adults.
This website isn’t built on perfection, or waiting for some magical diagnosis that everything will be okay.
It’s built on a declaration:
Even when life gets hard
even when the world feels broken
strong families can still thrive.
The site, like me, is imperfect.
But just like life itself, I believe it’s still beautiful enough to share.
Here, we talk about health, but not just in terms of sickness.
Health isn’t just the presence or absence of illness.
It’s the impact it has on purpose — on how we live, love, and carry on.
Sickness isn’t just about the disease.
It’s about the emotional strain it places on families —
and how that strain is often matched with financial burdens, broken plans, and unexpected hardships.
Life throws storms whether you’re ready or not.
And when those storms hit, many friends and even family may drift away.
The world gets smaller.
The room gets quieter.
And the people still standing beside you
the ones who stay through the worst days
become the true definition of family.
When people say they started from the bottom,
I say, I started as a dragon.
I was born premature, no bigger than a grape,
From town to city, racing time before my vitals tried their final escape.
I was born too soon, with no time to cry and bawl,
I learned to fly before I had my first crawl.
I wasn’t born like most of you, you see
They cut me free from my mama’s shell with urgency.
A dragon-sized C-section for something so small,
Williams Lake to Vancouver skies, and back before my Dragon Call.
So before you say small means fragile or weak,
Just meet Mr. Talon, the dragon who sings when he speaks.
Lets sing a Chorus
“When the world gets smaller, the noise grows loud,
don’t compete with your voice trying to rise above the crowd.
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam
The ones who love will join in feeling like home.
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam
spend time with love ones and call them home.
When the world feels bigger than your tiny shoes,
And you’re told you’re too little yet to old to cry the blues,
When the room gets quiet but your thoughts race fast,
And you’re just wishing this storm would pass…
You’re not alone, even when you cry,
There’s a hand to hold, there’s a lullaby.
When the world gets smaller, the noise grows loud,
they said, “You might break if you dream too high,”
So they built walls and they closed the sky.
But you see colors where others see gray,
And your silence still has something to say.
“When the world gets smaller, the noise grows loud,
don’t let them slience your voice trying to rise above the crowd.
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam
The ones who love will join in feeling like home.
You don’t need fixing, you’re not a mistake
Even strong hearts sometimes ache.
When the world gets smaller, the noise grows loud,
But your voice can rise above the crowd.
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam—
The ones who love you will call you home.
You were made to sing, you were made to shine,
Even broken hearts can keep perfect time.
So sing your song, let your spirit roam.
Faith Dad packed my lunchbox
I got Faith in my lunch box,
Love note packed from dad what a surprise,
I was Bouncing’ off the walls before Mom wanted to rise.
Dad’s Belly Laughs giggling before I step outside,
Mom may not have yet realize That my broccoli has just been baptize
with chocolate, soda pop, sandwich, chips, and cheese!
No bad snacks here, just grace on the plate,
Praise breaking’ out while I’m loving what I ate.
I never trust no sugar rush, I got that soda pop for after lunch,
Father of the year I got a hunch
As long as Mom does not find what dad packed for Lunch!
I got kindness in my cornflakes,
Chocolate in my milk,
Sharing candy feeling dandy Is how I felt
I love Dad’s mistakes if you have to ask why because my Dad “He packed the lunch
No bad snacks here, just grace on the plate,
Praise breaking’ out while I’m loving what I ate.
I never trust no sugar rush, I got that soda pop for after lunch,
Father of the year he on the track and I got a hunch
My mom’s blood pressure rises when she hears what I ate,
When she asks me what I had, I say, “Apples on a plate.”
Where did the pop go? I do not know I drank Water Today!
No bad snacks here, just grace on the plate,
Praise breaking’ out while I’m loving what I ate.
I never trust no sugar rush, I got that soda pop for after lunch,
Father of the year when he packs the lunch.
“Whoo who who Who do who. Who who woo do do do… do do
My mom’s blood pressure rises when she hears what I ate,
When she asks me what I had, I say, “Apples on a plate.”
Where did the pop go? I do not know I drank Water Today!
New Dad of the year when he packs the lunch.
Gross our Grove
I love the pile of bile it makes me smile
The stench of trash been cooking a while
Rotten bananas dancing in decay
Maggots and mold they lead the ballet
Oh yeah bring the grime let it shine
The bugs and dirt they’re friends of mine
Don’t need no clean I’m living free In the filth is where I wanna be
Mud on my shoes it’s a sweet perfume The swampy stank fills up the room
Cockroach symphonies play on the floor A masterpiece of muck I just adore
Oh yeah bring the grime let it shine The bugs and dirt they’re friends of mine
Don’t need no clean I’m living free In the filth is where I wanna be
A world of grit a slimy bliss Every speck of dirt deserves a kiss
No soap no shine just let it flow In the muck and mire I call it home
Oh yeah bring the grime let it shine The bugs and dirt they’re friends of mine
Don’t need no clean I’m living free In the filth is where I wanna be
In the Flith is where I wanna be.
J Pop, K, Pop Dragon Pop
Hey Mr, Talon can you K Pop or J Pop?
Not since I entered my Dragon Era!
Yo, I set that toddler filter set to On
I Say it once, Load it to a CLOUD. No cap.
You can’t understand Toddler or Dragon? That’s on YOU, fam.
Mr. Talon? Ryū, Doragon… Japanese very respectful but to you Dragon, Dragon, Dragon
Mr Talon? Yong, Deuraegon… Koren Tradition hello to you Dragon Dragon Dragon
Mr Talon? Sigma Dragon Nah, don’t play.
I walk in the room, vibe check: tense.
Babies be talking’ mad trash, about you that doesn’t make sense.
Corn in each ear or a corny cheetah
Even Chat GTP and Google knows common Japanese “Konnichiwa means Hello or Good afternoon pronounced with a wah
Mr. Talon? Ryū, Doragon… Japanese very respectful but to you Dragon, Dragon, Dragon
Mr Talon? Yong, Deuraegon… Koren Tradition hello to you Dragon Dragon Dragon
Mr Talon? Sigma Dragon Nah, don’t play.
“Baby said WHAT?”
“That’s mid.” bro, I warned ya!
I’ve got receipts, Even though I never had the tweets.
I’m shining with the words I am mining 4K,
I don’t lie I the am me me meme next slang, I won’t boast okay.
Dragons got names from every old land,
Before bones of dinos where found deep in beneath sand.
Bruh, its pronounce Ahn nyoung ha se yo Annyeonghaseyo! is Korea’s way of saying Hello.
Mr. Talon? Ryū, Doragon… Japanese very respectful, but to you Dragon, Dragon, Dragon
Mr Talon? Yong, Deuraegon… Koren Tradition, hello to you Dragon Dragon Dragon
Mr Talon? Sigma Dragon Nah, don’t play.
Jelly Fish Angry Ocean ABC
This song is better suited for wrestling mats, running or at home outside fun. This song is a great example for over stimulus especially in toddlers. This music might be too much and why it is the last song on album.
“Ahoy, Children! Pull up a shell and rap with me,
From Angelfish to Zebrafish it’s an ABC Sea!
Drop that anchor here we go!
A is for Angelfish golden fins that swish,
Shining like treasure on a jellyfish dish!
B is the Bloop from a Blue Whale maybe,
But MUCH louder still it drives scientists crazy!
C goes Clack, click-CLACK! That Crab’s got claws,
He shuffles sideways and breaks pirate laws!
D goes Whoooosh! Like a Dolphin in flight,
Doing slick flips in the glowing moonlight!
E is the Eel — with a shocking light zap!
It slinks through the sea like a live wire trap!
Let’s make a splash —
it’s F time, no doubt!
Flying Fish leap when the Frilled Sharks come out!
G says “Glub-glub!” Hey Bub, that’s green sea Turtle,
The ocean’s wise bro with a shell like a circle.
H is the Herring they sparkle and glow,
Like pirate coins tossed in the reef below!
I is Idiacanthus… spooky and slick,
With glowing deep-sea teeth that bite real quick!
J is for Jellyfish jiggle jelly jellyfish and SPLAT!
Dance with the Jelly Jellyfish jellies I’d be down for that!
K goes Krunch! Krill rain down like rice,
Whale snacks floating tasty and nice!
L is for Lobster — with a red so loud,
Break sea rules? You’ll get pinched so proud!
M is the Manta — gliding real smooth,
Like a ghost pirate ship with underwater moves!
N is for Ningen — from Antarctic ice,
Pale and foggy, not once but twice!
O is Octopus — eight arms, no lies,
Changing shape before your very eyes!
P is the Pufferfish — poofed up and round,
But be careful, one bite and you’re sea-bound!
Q is Quinkana — quack-splash, it snaps!
An Aussie croc seen on pirate maps!
R is the Rockfish — blended real tight,
Hiding in coral like loot at night!
S is Sea Serpent singing sushi should not be slimy squishy as he slithers by!
T goes Tchk-Tchk un tiss un tchk! Boom, what a sight!
Tanenigia the squid drops rave-party light!
U is for Urchin with humans and seals licking lips,
Otters use pocket rocks until the Urchin breaks on its hips
V is a Viperfish who zooms like a dart,
With teeth so sharp they glow in the dark!
W goes wobble wibble whomp it’s the Warty Cuke,
A sea pickle that has a defense like a nuke!
Next is X an Xiphactinus — crunch and smash!
A dino torpedo with a monster mash!
Y is the Yeti Crab second to last— claws full of fluff,
Z is for Zebra Lionfish and Mr. Talon’s had enough!
Little Rock, where you from?
Little rock, where did you come from?
Were you hiding in the ground so deep?
Did you ride on mountain snow, or wash with the rain,
where you always small for from something bigger did you break.
Oh, little rock, you’re bumpy and round,
I found you just lying there on the ground!
Are you old, are you new, are you a gift an alien in the sky so blue?
Little rock, Little Rock please tell me what’s true!
Did a volcano puff and send you flying?
Did an ocean roll you smooth when the tide was in?
Did you tumble with friends in a glacier slide,
Or shine in the moonlight at night?
Oh, little rock, you’re bumpy and round,
I found you just lying there on the ground!
Are you old, are you new, are you a gift an alien or maybe something New
Little rock, Little Rock please tell me what’s true!
Oh, little rock, you’re dusty and small,
But you’ve seen more than I ever saw!
Are you sharp, are you shy, are you part of the land?
Little rock, tell me your plan!
Some rocks sparkle, some are plain,
Some were shaped by wind and rain…
Each one has a tale to say—
In your pocket, it may stay!
Oh, little rock, I’ll carry you home,
You’ll sit on my shelf, not alone.
You’re a tiny time-traveler, quiet and wise,
Little rock, you’re a gift in disguise.
Will I show you to the Dragon or
keep your Geology name silent and hidden
Oh, little rock, you’re bumpy and round,
I found you just lying there on the ground!
to me you new, so pretty and blue? Perhaps I will call you Arron
Little rock, Little Rock please stay in my pocket until I know what to do.
Little Rock Little Rock I Really Really like you.
Lyrics by John Tallen music by AI Music Lab.
One Circle, Welcome
“From the North… the breath of the lands.”
“From the Mountains… spirit and stone.”
“From the Fire… the pulse of ancestors hands.”
“From the oceans sands wispers joyful echo.”
“ From the Stillness… a sacred tone.”
“From the Strength… a guardian’s voice.”
“From the Firelight… the dance of sound.”
“One Circle. Many colors all Inclusive choice
One Circle all flags, raise your child’s voice.
“From the Forest… harmony in layers.”
Beatboxing and preaching in the Streets… rhythm and prayers.”
“From the Joy… a rising cheer.”
“From the Silence… a memory sung.”
“From the Stillness… a sacred tone.”
From the Stillness… a sacred tone.”
“From the Strength… a guardian’s voice.”
“From the Firelight… the dance of sound.”
“One Circle. Many colors all Inclusive choice
One Circle all flags, raise your child’s voice.
“From the Strength… a guardian’s voice.”
“From the Firelight… the dance of sound.”
“One Circle. Many Voices. All Welcome.”
Welcome to Tallen Families Stories.
One Circle, Raise Your Child’s Voice
“Welcome to Tallen Family Stories.”
From the North we breathe the frozen truth.
From the Mountains we carry carved proof.
From the Fire we were forged, not burned.
From the Ocean’s edge our tides have turned.
You tried to drown the sound,
But silence screams the loudest now.
You tried to write us out,
But we’re the ink we bleed too proud.
One Circle fists in the sky!
No shame, no fear just battle cries.
All colors, all voices we won’t back down!
Raise your voice, shake the ground!
(Raise your voice…)
(Raise your voice…)
From the Stillness we learned to wait.
From the Strength we changed our fate.
From Firelight we built the stage.
Now hear the joy behind the rage.
Beatbox sermons, alley prayers,
You mocked the weird, the scars, the stares.
But harmony lives in the noise
And every whisper builds a voice.
Chorus Repeat
One Circle fists in the sky!
No shame, no fear just battle cries.
All colors, all voices we won’t back down!
Raise your voice, shake the ground!
You said “be quiet”
We said LOUDER.
You built walls
We brought power.
You fear what you can’t control
But we don’t fit your mold.
One Circle, hearts set a blaze
Turn the pain into a victory parade.
All kids, all flags, all fights
Raise your voice, own the night!
Raise your voice… )
(Raise your voice… for a child)
Welcome to Tallen Families Stories.
Polka Dot Surprise
Polka dot Suprise
I woke up this morning and I couldn’t believe.
So I looked in a mirror but wasn’t relieved.
I am covered in polka dots head to toe right before my eyes.
The monster under my bed caught me by surprise.
I tried to wash them off but it just got worse.
Now my spots are stripes like a colored striped horse.
My parents say, “Get ready for school!”
They both start to laugh as they say, “April Fools!”
I tried to get dressed but my clothes danced away.
My toothbrush just told me to have a wonderful day.
My backpack, while being open sounded like a goose,
Then It grew antlers like a silly moose.
Was I really awake or in bed still fast asleep?
I really got to know as the fridge is being a creep.
When I asked it for some milk, like frogs my cereal did leap.
I really need help cleaning this mess.
Why is this happening? I can only guess.
For a moment there was silence…
My cat slowly walked in, meowed, then said:
“There are no rules because it is fun to prank on April Fools.”
Stories Quite Light
Do you have the time to listen?
I tried to speak, but crying’s all you hear
My world is built from blocks of fear
Each footstep shakes a memory loose
In a world too big, I’ve got no use
Mother’s tears fall like rain from above
They water seeds I don’t know the names of
We were going through some troubled times,
And not a thing or person could change your mind.
Hold me now, in the quiet light
Wrap me in stories told at night
But I’ve been in my crib for what feels like days.
Just you and me alone for so many days.
Change isn’t that easy, and friends no longer come around.
Please send someone who can help us. I pray
that my baby will be safe and sound
Then doors swing wide, and in comes light
Familiar faces from a softer fight
A voice that says, “You’re not alone”
A warmth that feels like coming home
I rise above, no longer small
In floating dreams, I hear them call
From every tear, a flower’s grown
This broken heart’s a stepping stone
Hold me now, in the quiet light
Wrap me in stories you told at night
Even if the words don’t make a sound
We are safe, we are safe and sound
Mom I know change aint the easy
But mom I only need you to hold me,
So I can feel safe and sound.
You say you’re locked in a cage, surrounded by bad news.
No one else will pay the rent that’s due.
Please God, send someone to change my Mom’s views.
She’s tried so many things and claims she doesn’t have a clue,
Mom, at least for a while, relax your brain. Your beautiful laugh and smile will get me through!
Diapers or formula you will have to choose.
Decisions like this make you sing the blues.
Mom, keep telling me your struggles and one day maybe I ‘ll sing you the blues.
The child is practicing his blues again.
Change isn’t that easy, and friends still can’t be found.
You always tell me that you need me, I have become your hope for a “Safe and Sound.
I am still not sure what you see in me.
Like I was an old lost soul or a bottomless dream.
I cant tell what I mean to you but,
I see the sleepless nights on your face that darkness drew.
Mom Just rest tonight and tomorrow become brand new.
I have something I need to share with you.
You hold me as you kneel and start to pray,
“Lord, my hair is turning from dark to grey.
Please help me and my baby. If you send help, I will obey
And in this silence, love is found
The past is loud, but look at us now
We are safe, we are safe and sound.
Stories Wrapped in Light
Do you have the time to listen
I tried to speak, but crying’s all you hear
My world is built from blocks of fear
Each footstep shakes a memory loose
In a world too big, I’ve got no use
Mother’s tears fall like rain from above
They water seeds I don’t know the names of
We were going through some troubled times,
And not a thing or person could change your mind.
Hold me now, in the quiet light
Wrap me in stories told at night
But I’ve been in my crib for what feels like days.
Just you and me alone for so many days.
Change isn’t that easy, and friends no longer come around.
Please send someone who can help us. I pray
that my baby will be safe and sound
Then doors swing wide, and in comes light
Familiar faces from a softer fight
A voice that says, “You’re not alone”
A warmth that feels like coming home
I rise above, no longer small
In floating dreams, I hear them call
From every tear, a flower’s grown
This broken heart’s a stepping stone
Mama I Know Change aint that easy.
But mama only need you to hold me.
So I can feel safe and sound.
You say you’re locked in a cage, surrounded by bad news.
No one else will pay the rent that’s due.
Please God, send someone to change my Mom’s views.
She’s tried so many things and claims she doesn’t have a clue,
Mom, at least for a while, relax your brain. Your beautiful laugh and smile will get me through!
Diapers or formula you will have to choose.
Decisions like this make you sing the blues.
Mom, keep telling me your struggles and one day maybe I ‘ll sing you the blues.
The child is practicing his blues again.
Change isn’t that easy, and friends still can’t be found.
You always tell me that you need me, I have become your hope for a “Safe and Sound.
I am still not sure what you see in me.
Like I was an old lost soul or a bottomless dream.
I cant tell what I mean to you but,
I see the sleepless nights on your face that darkness drew.
Mom Just rest tonight and tomorrow become brand new.
I have something I need to share with you.
You hold me as you kneel and start to pray,
“Lord, my hair is turning from dark to grey.
Please help me and my baby. If you send help, I will obey.
And in this silence, love is found
The past is loud, but look at us now
We are safe, we are safe and sound.
and We are safe and sound.
Truth or Apologies
Truth is heavy. Apologies.” Is my poetic way suggesting that truth can feel burdensome or heavy. By saying “Apologies,” you acknowledge that sharing or carrying truth can be uncomfortable or hard for others to hear.
Truth is heavy Apologies.
I walk tall and happy no need to lie,
Just a guilt free little family spy.
You say it near me? I’ll say it aloud
Your quiet complaints just made the crowd.
Might tell your friend what you said ‘bout their hair,
Or that thing you whispered as if no one could hear yep, a week later I will share!
When I’m around, you’d better hush,
Or I’m gonna make you turn and blush.
No sweet disguise, no filter screen
I share the names and swears
you claim you did not mean.
I will repeat the words you didn’t clean…
Truth is heavy I let it ring!
Grandma, teachers, neighbors at the till
You never know whose tea I’ll spill.
From family feuds to kitchen fights,
I bring your private mess to light.
If You try to whisper, dodge questions, or try and spell
Guess what? I am young not dumb I can read and write quite well!
When I’m around, you’d better hush,
Or I’m gonna make you turn and blush.
No sweet disguise, no filter screen
I share the names and swears
you claim you did not mean.
I will repeat the words you didn’t clean…
Truth is heavy I let it ring!
When you say that’s enough…, well boo who
I will double it and give back just to see what you do
Keep your secrets fine.
But know for every secret I hold of yours this allows me to keep whatever Secrets I want only from you. Truth is heavy I let it ring!
whatever Secrets I want let that Ring.
Our goal is to support Early Childhood Educators and parents in teaching children that while honesty is important, not every story is meant for the classroom spotlight. So if a child shares a private family moments unaware of the context or emotional weight respond with curiosity if needed if possible use no judgment including laughter or shocked faces. We are all human but by giving parents the opportunity to explain many mixed messages come from TV shows, older siblings, and social media, young children are still learning to tell the difference between imagination and reality.
Let’s create environments where parents feel safe to talk about real-life struggles without shame. Children learn best when adults model respect, trust, and open-hearted communication.
