OTHER SKETCHES
A rap for children
Goliath was a huge man
With thick hair upon his chest
He was his army's champion,
He knew he was the best.
Every day at breakfast time
He'd give a mighty shout:
"Wake up, you wimps of Israelites!
It's time you were about."
Have you had your Weetabix?
Have you drunk your tea?
Then come on out, you warriors
And play at spears with me!
But in the camp of Israel
They'd cringe and cower in fear
When they heard the footsteps
Of Goliath tramping near.
"He's a giant! He's a monster!
We haven't got a chance.
No one here can fight him
With his huge spear and lance.
And so each day every Israelite
Would hide within his tent,
Hoping Goliath would go away
Until some help God sent.
Then into camp young David came
One morning when the champion shouted.
"Why does he carry on so?
That bully should be outed."
I'll fight that villain,
I'll cut him down to size."
"If you succeed, our David,
Saul will award his prize."
His daughter's hand in marriage,
And fame and fortune too."
"I'll do it", declared David
And to the king he flew.
"You're so young," said Saul
To David, "and Goliath is so big.
Try on my armour, son."
Said David, I can't wear this rig."
He took off the king's armour,
And with his staff and sling
Trotted down to the stream bed
For some stones to sling.
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Five smooth stones he chose there, Smooth as a cricket ball. "With these stones I'll fell him, Even though he's tall." When Goliath saw him, He began to laugh: "Have you come, little pretty boy, To kill me with your staff?" "Today the crows will eat you, I'll skewer you with my spear." "No chance," said brave David, "You'd better not come near." "You may have fine bronze armour, A gigantic spear and sword. But I have come in God's strength, and the power of his word." "Say your prayers, Goliath, For soon you shall be dead. Soon your corpse ‘ll be on the ground And I'll cut off your head." Poor Goliath, despite his size, Really didn't have a chance, For David whirled his sling around As the giant made advance. His first stone found its mark, Right on Goliath's forehead. With a groan the champion fell down, For he was truly dead. So David killed Goliath, And the Philistines fled away. In God his trust was founded, Faith had won the day. So don't trust in appearances, But look to God instead, Unless like poor Goliath, You're looking to be dead." |
Who says sticks and stones |
© Copyright Don Dowling October 2001