The lyrics to this song are a reminder that we don't want all our Esperanza scholars coming out the same. We want to celebrate each child's uniqueness.
Little Boxes
Notes: words and music by
Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1962 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1990. Malvina
and her husband were on their way from where they lived in Berkeley, through San
Francisco and down the peninsula to La Honda where she was to sing at a meeting
of the Friends’ Committee on Legislation (not the PTA, as Pete Seeger says in
the documentary about Malvina, “Love It Like a Fool”). As she drove through Daly
City, she said “Bud, take the wheel. I feel a song coming on.”
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,1
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the
same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow
one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the
same.
And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they
were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and
lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky
tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And
they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the
children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put
in boxes
And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes
made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one
and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out
of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
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