Little Waif Peep
Little Bo Peep Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, And can’t tell where to find them. Leave them alone, And they’ll come home, And
Gangland
Gangland, bangland, A fatherless child’s wasteland. While you dwell within it, You are ever in danger there. A childhood’s killjoy land. A drug infested murder
I’m a Little Outcast
I’m a little teapot Short and stout Here is my handle Here is my spout When I get all steamed up Hear me shout Just
If Foster Kids Were Porsches
If Wishes Were Horses If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I’d wear it on my side. If “if” and “ands”
Botfly Slumbers
Golden Slumbers Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles await when you rise Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Care
Bla, Bla, Black Stray
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full. One for my master, And one
Jack be Simple
Jack Be Nimble Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumps over the candle-stick. Jack jumped high, Jack jumped low, Jack jumped over and burned
Young Tom, The Dealer’s Son
Tom, Tom, The Piper’s Son Tom, Tom, the piper’s son, Stole a pig, And away did run. The pig was eat, And Tom was beat,
Little Brother John
“Frère Jacques” / “Brother John” Are you sleeping, are you sleeping,Brother John, Brother John?Morning bells are ringing,Morning bells are ringing,Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.
Yo Drivel Drivel
Hey Diddle Diddle Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle The cow jumped over the moon The little dog laughed to see such sport
Working the Orphan Railroad
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad I’ve been working on the railroad All the live long day I’ve been working on the railroad Just to
Hell for the Thieves!
It has been said that everything rises and falls on leadership. Poverty, child maltreatment, family breakdown, don’t just happen in a vacuum. They are the results of bad policies, broken programs, and greed.
Flo and the Orphan Factory
This fun song reminds us that the old orphanage model was based on efficient care of large numbers of children, so much so that it
Pretty Little Foster Youth
Pretty Little Dutch Girl I am a pretty little Dutch girl, As pretty as I can be, be, be, And all the boys in the
Little Boy Turning Blue
Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue Come blow your horn. The sheep’s in the meadow, And the cow’s in the corn. Where is the boy
Foster Child Muffet
Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, Who sat down beside her, And
The Chief Executive Orphan
His foster family called him Robbie, his relatives knew him as Bobby, and legally, he was Robert. He endured a childhood marked by deep generational poverty, abuse, and neglect. As an adult, he dedicated his career to understanding and transforming these experiences for other children. His journey has given him a compassionate and comprehensive, 360-degree perspective on orphan work—what the system refers to as child welfare.
