Baby Needs a Parent
Don't Put Your Hand in My Pants, Just 'cause We're in Love
Good Time
Hopelessly Heterosexual
I Hope You Understand Dear
It's Only a Wee Wee
I Wish
Let the Woman in you Come Through
Man Oh Man I Can
When Jesus was a Kid
When You Ask Me First

It's Only a Wee Wee is about sex role conditioning. What’s the first question we ask when a baby’s born? "Is it a boy or a girl?" It starts right away. Adults make much more of a big deal about sex than kids do, so this is song’s really to get adults thinking about our gender stereotypes. It’s obvious that the range of human sexual behavior, identity and orientation is not limited by our genitalia.  

It's Only a Wee Wee, So What's the Big Deal?

As soon as you’re born grown-ups check where you pee
And then they decide just how you’re gonna be
Girls pink and quiet, boys noisy and blue
Seems like a dumb way to choose what you’ll do...


It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s all the fuss?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s better things to discuss!!

Now girls must use make-up, girls names and girls clothes
And boys must use sneakers, but not panty hose
The grown-ups will teach you the rules to their dance,
And if you get confused, they’ll say “Look in your pants!”


If I live to be nine, I won’t understand
Why grown-ups are to’tly obsessed with their glands
If I touch myself, . . “Don’t you do that!” I’m told,
And they treat me like I might explode!


Grown-ups watch closely each move that we make
Boys must not cry, and girls must make mcake
It’s all very formal, and I think it smells
Let’s all be abnormal and act like ourselves!!


(Adult verse & chorus)

She walked to the market past brave cavaliers
She tried to avoid them, they whistled and jeered
She gave them the finger, they gave her more noise
She stopped and she sang to those bright little boys, . .

It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so why do you watch?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s more to life than your crotch!!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980 Moose School Music (BMI)

When Jesus was a Kid

It's Christmas time again and the mall is really weird
Everyone gets stressed out Christmas shopping every year
I have to stop and wonder, looking at my Christmas list
When Jesus was a kid, would He be doing this?

I know He was a baby, but did He ever cry?
Did Jesus wet His diapers or were they always dry?
Did He use a bottle before He used a cup?
Did Jesus throw things on the floor for Mary to pick up?

Did Mary ever spank him? Does the Bible say?
Did Jesus scream and holler when things didn't go His way?
I know He was a baby, but I wonder what He did
When He was about, my age, ... when Jesus was a kid?

Did He have birthday parties? I like to think He might
But then I have to wonder, well, like, who did He invite?
Were there other kids in bathrobes who played tag the way we do?
Was He bummed out when His birthday gifts said Merry Christmas too!?

Did Jesus put on sunscreen, or did He wear a floppy hat?
Living in a desert, you can sunburn, (snap!), just like that!
And He prob'ly hated eating camel milk with mushy peas
Or can Saviors just get out of eating gross things when They please?

N'He prob'ly hoped His Dad would let Him have a B-B gun
I mean His father Joseph, you know, not the other One
It's not like it's a war toy, Jesus wouldn't hurt a flea
And He'd never point at anyone, He'd be as safe as me!

And if His mother found it, she wouldn't make a scene
She'd NEVER hide it in the attic, no, she was NOT that mean
He wanted Peace On Earth and Good Will to kids
I mean He was a kid Himself, so I'm sure He really did

We fight wars and we spill oil, we mess up the sand
I bet a kid like Jesus prob'ly wouldn't understand
He'd see us Christmas shoppers trying hard to close our eyes
To the homeless people sleeping near expensive stuff we buy

I might be wrong, but I'm a kid too, so I might be right
If we asked that kid Jesus, Is all this stuff all right?
Can we buy Christmas spirit if we spend lots of dough?
Well I think that kid Jesus, would just say No!

Christmas isn't about shopping, it's about the way we care
It's thinking What would that kid Jesus do if He was here?
So if some kid you know, messes up some thing they did,
Remember, Jesus was a human too, when He was a kid.

Acting like a kid at Christmas, should not be a sin
Remember when we do it, we're only acting just like Him
So this Christmas, let's just BE NICE to each other, don't you see?
When Jesus was a kid, He was a lot like you and me!
When Jesus was a kid, He needed love like you and me!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1991, Moose School Music (BMI) Performed by Willow Geer-Alsop from Peter's Chris Moose Holidays CD album and available on DVD (which you can order now by clicking on this link! )

Hi! Peter Alsop here.

I work with kids and families all year long, and every Christmas season, I find myself wondering "What kind of a kid was Jesus?" I mean, after he got himself out of the manger?

Well here's what I came up with! We shot this in 1992 with my daughter Willow It's called When Jesus was a Kid. It's won some awards and has been used in churches, temples & Sunday school classes. It addresses homelessness and gives us food for thought about caring for each other on this planet.

Good Time is a story about a pick up in a bar. It’s played out every night in thousands of cities around our country. She’s married, and even though he “scores”, he still feels empty. Sex makes us feel better, even if it's only a temporary fix. The chase and game of seduction can become a way of life. We fantasize and are constantly "on the make" in search of someone who can give us the relief we want. Pornography and the secret meetings that end up in bed make us feel alive and validated. If we can get someone else to "go all the way" with us, then we must be okay. As with other addictive behaviors, eventually we need larger more powerful doses.  

Good Time

I see that you're alone
Y'look like someone I once knew
I'm just a little drunk, but do you mind?
I hope I haven't blown
My chances here with you
What I'm about to say sounds like a line

Well, I've made it this far
I came out to have a good time,
And here you are,
I came out to have a good time
And would you like to share a glass of wine?
Cause I'm alone in here
And I came out to have a good time.

This elevator goes so slow
When you look at me that way
I'll ride up and see you to your door
First you tell me "No"
Then your husband's gone, you say,
Sure, you slip into something else, I can't think anymore

Chorus (And even though the evening's going fine)

I'm sorry if I hurt you
God, you kiss like silk and velvet
I'm dizzy and so light that I could fly
You're really good, you know
But I guess I'd better go
I don't know why it is, sometimes I cry

Chorus (And even though your body's holding mine,)

I came out, ... to have a good time.

Written by Peter Alsop, © 1976, Moose School Music (BMI)

When You Ask Me First chronicles a man’s difficulty with relinquishing control in the bedroom. Being on the receiving end of someone else’s passion can be a humbling and upsetting experience, but if someone wants to make love with us, we must be desireable, right? This song’s good for discussing expectations, control, and individual preferences.

When You Ask Me First

I love to do it Baby
But you only make it worse
I just don't get excited
When you go and ask me first

So don't touch me where I'm ticklish
And don't sit on my lap
And don't ask me politely Baby
It makes me feel trapped
Cause when you chase me, Darlin'
It really turns me off
I've tried so hard to tell you,
But I guess I'm getting soft,

So please, just sit and smile
With helpless soulful eyes
Admiring me while
I run my finger up your thighs
Then I kiss you,
And I breathe heavy in your ear
Then you should whisper "Take me! Take me!"
And could you make it sound sincere?


When I start to change positions
Like the pictures in the book
And use a couple mirrors
So I can see how neat we look
You start to change positions too,
In ways I've never seen!
And you kiss with your eyes open!
And you laugh, and yell, and scream!

You used to be more normal
You liked it face-to-face
But now you're going crazy
And you like it anyplace!
You said I could be on top,
You said you understood,
But all last night you wouldn't stop!
You busted it for good!


I love to do it Baby
When everything is right
But I think I feel my headache
Coming on again tonight.

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1977, Moose School Music (BMI)

Lists is about falling in love and becoming compulsive and obsessive about another person. "Falling in love" is an altered state of mind, not unlike being drugged. It may be helpful to ask ourselves if we are "growing in love" with someone, which implies all of the difficult parts of building a relationship that has emotional safety, as well as caring and sexual intimacy. Compulsive list-making can bring a loving relationship to it’s knees. When we feel we MUST follow a list and complete everything, we may have lost sight of why the list was made in the first place.


I had a list of things to do
But now my only list is you
And my list keeps getting longer
I hope we never make through

I want to laugh with you out loud
I want to meet you in a crowd
I want to buy you leather clothes
I want to hold you by your toes
I want to travel cross the country
Together on a Northern train
I want to sing with you in harmony
And run through pouring rain!

Do you feel me too? Are the shivers coming through?

I want to make you room to grow
I want to share the stuff we know
I want to touch you when you're still
I want to roll you down a hill
I want to lather up your shoulders
Shampoo fingers through your hair
I want to gather up your worries
And throw them in the air!

Chorus: Do you fell me too? Are the shivers coming through?
Do you feel me too? Am I coming through?

I want to hold you when you're sad
I want to show you Paris, France
I want to listen to your stomach
While you're teaching me to dance
I want to wade into your eyes
And I want to taste your tongue
I want to listen to you whisper
I want to kiss you when you come.


Written by Peter Alsop, © 1976, Moose School Music (BMI)

Man Oh Man I Can is a silly song, but it’s great for bringing up issues about objectification of women, communication difficultiies, fear of closeness, blaming, masturbation, jealousy and parental criticism. Having a plastic or wooden significant other certainly makes it clear who’s in charge of the relationship, doesn’t it! Finding a partner who doesn’t mind if we’re always in control, and keeping our focus on sex and love and romance helps us avoid feeling lonely, but it doesn’t solve our problems. We find ourselves stuck in a relationship where we’re merely existing, not really living.

Man Oh Man I Can

As a window dresser at Macy's
My future held nothing in store
Until that day in the warehouse
When I spotted you there on the floor

I knew when I saw you that you were the one
But you needed some parts for your arm
So I gave you a hand, but your blouse came undone
I still feel shivers from all of your slivers
Though you're rough with me Baby, that's part of your charm!

Chorus: Man, oh man, I love you, man, oh man, I can
Anyway I can
Love you all day
It's not right the way I love, man, oh man, I can
Our love is 'knot holy'
'Wooden' you say?

I know that you're bald, but I don't care at all
Cause I know how self-conscious you are
And you always have a smile for me when I call
I love kissing your lips, though they're missing some chips
From banging around in the trunk of my car!

That blond hair on my collar, you know, that you found?
Well, she's just a dummy I knew long ago
Now you're mad! I can tell, cause you won't make a sound
Must I tap little rhythms on you with my thumb??
Mom always said you'd make a good drum!

Your eternal beauty will never run down
I won't let you warp or decay
When you're old, if you get board, you can lumber around
In my yard where the woodpeckers stay
They'll build nests in your head and keep termites away!


Written by Peter Alsop, ©1975, Moose School Music (BMI)

I Hope You Understand Dear is about breaking off an affair with a laptop. Some of us use work to avoid painful feelings. We medicate by working compulsively and accomplishing things, even though we may be dying inside from loneliness. We feel that "if we can just get enough control of the world around us, we can make everything work out just right." Obsessive romance and "falling in love" are powerful medicators, and we can actually have an “affair” with our work to avoid facing some of the painful realities of our relationships at home.

I Hope You Understand Dear

For years I’ve been watchin’ folks on the T.V.
Sometimes it seemed they were more real than me
Then I met you computer, you wanted my touch
Y’gave me the ‘control’ that I needed so much!

I hope you understand Dear, you’ll forgive me, I know
Y’follow every ‘command’ Dear, but I’m going back home!

There was something attractive ‘bout your organized mind
I turned you on and our lives intertwined
I spent so much time sittin’, just gazing at you
That my wife, she suspected and my kids, they did too!

Well we didn’t try t’hide it, we started ‘scrollin’ around
We’d go out on ‘datas’ and you’d never ‘go down’
So I knew you meant business, that you weren’t the cheap kind
But I need some body, Darlin’, not just some mind!!

My wife and kids miss me, ‘n heck, you never smile,
So I’m goin’ back dear, t’start a new ‘file’!
Now the thrill is all gone, so it’s not worth the risk,
And it’s tough to play games with an old ‘floppy disk’!

I hope you understand Dear, you’ll forgive me, I know
I need someone with hands Dear, so I’m going back home!

But back home in the bedroom, my life was a wreck!
My wife was in bed, with ‘mega-bytes’ on her neck!
‘Warm boots’ in the hall, ‘Wordstars’ in her eyes,
A ‘User-friendly’ computer lyin’ there on her thighs!
(I couldn’t ‘cursor’ for that, so I said,)

I hope you understand Dear, and you’ll forgive me, I know!
Cause this ‘terminal illness’ has been wrecking our home!!!

I hope you understand Dear, cause I love you so much!
So let’s write some new ‘programs’, that’ll keep us in touch!

I hope you understand Dear, and you’ll forgive me, I know!
You’re just right for this man Dear, so I’m comin’ back home!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)

The humor of Hopelessly Heterosexual, comes out of the heterosexual man's homophobia clashing with his sexual curiosity, not from any ridicule or negativity. Gay men and lesbians in our culture face incredible rejection, because our society is so "hopelessly heterosexual". This song’s good for discussons on heterosexism and homophobia, to friendship, male bonding and the origins of our sexuality. There are things about ourselves that we don’t choose; things we discover as we go on living. Our sexual orientation is one of them. Why would a twelve year old boy choose to be gay, when he knows he’ll be shunned by his straight friends? The marvelous process of exploring and discovering our sexuality is severely squashed by the traditional sex role expectations in our culture.

Hopelessly Heterosexual

I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
I guess I’m kinda slow
Mom and Dad were all I had
That’s the only way I know, so
I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
I’m stuck with being straight
So man-to-man I’ll ask you
Not to ask me for a date!

When I’m with you I’m happy
When you’re with me you’re gay
I love you like a brother
But not the other way!
Now I’m not scared to try it
But it’s not my cup of tea
I never even thought of it
Til you brought it up to me
And now that I consider it
I’d rather stay repressed
Cause I don’t feel excited at
The thought of you undressed!

I’m hopelessly heterosexual
You know I’m not a tease
I’m a product of society
So don’t be angry, please!
I’m hopelessly heterosexual
And I hate to be a bore
But I’d rather watch the Super Bowl
Than sit here and explore!

I’m flattered that you asked me
But that’s the way things have to be
Cupid’s kinda stupid
He hit you and he missed me!
But since we’re on the subject
And you know where I stand
What exactly do you do?
I guess, use your hand?
I mean, do you, how does,
What if, where will? From behind!!
Oh well, I just, you know,
It was, (gulp!) NEVERMIND!!

I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
And I don’t mean to offend
So don’t hold it against me
And I’ll be your best friend
No, don’t hold it against me
And please be my best friend!!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1981, Moose School Music (BMI)

Buddies is about having close friends to talk to, as a major part of our safety net during difficult times. It’s essential to have a “family of choice” to support us. This is a song for buddies we love, regardless of their gender. If you’re bothered by the reference to alcohol in the line, “You're a mug of cold beer!", change it to, "God, I wish you were here!". Some of us medicate with alcohol, while others preoccupy ourselves with relationship difficulties.


As my lifeline runs through my fingers
And it snags on knots time to time
Just talkin’ to you, helps them slip through
A buddy like you’s hard to find.

Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow when you’re away.

Remember that night I was ready to die?
We shared your last Cuban cigar
I laid down in the highway, but no one drove by,
So you went to borrow a car!

I helped you etch all them lines in your face
And you helped me grow these grey hairs
If I make you sore, hell! What’re friends for?!
We’re buddies ‘cause I know you care!

I like you better than corn-on-the-cob
More than the air that I breathe
You’re a mug of cold beer,
You’re a laugh, you’re a tear,
Buddy, you’re a god-damned relief!!

Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare, when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow and empty, when you’re away

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1978, Moose School Music (BMI)

Don't Put Your Hand in My Pants, Just 'cause We're in Love is a favorite song of teens. It’s about setting boundaries and speaking up for ourselves. This too is a good song for singing in a group. I’m hoping someday to see a high school football band do It for the half-time show.

Don't Put Your Hand in My Pants, Just 'cause We're in Love

Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
Don’t put your hand in my pants
I just wanna be hugged
Please hold my hand when we kiss
I’m so tired of tugging your wrist
Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love

The night is full of stars
My heart is full of love
But romance starts to fade
When you grab and grope and tug!
Like Boy Scouts on parade,
Like the Army Marching Band
Your fingers think they’re crusaders
Heading for the Holy Land!

Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
Don’t put your hand in my pants
I just wanna be hugged
As you gaze deeply into my eyes
Your fingers keep creeping up on my thighs!
No, don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love!

I just want to snuggle
You just want to play
Your one hand's on my zipper
And your other hand is, HEY!!
I say “No!” but you don’t stop
You feel “IN LOVE!” you say?
Well I feel that you’re not listening
So feel your own, okay!!? and,

Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love
If you’ve got icy fingers
Buy yourself a glove!
When I asked, if y’knew how I felt
I meant in my heart, not under my belt!
No, don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we're in love!

Birds are singing, bells are ringing
It must be Spring, you’re after my thing!
No! Don’t put your hand in my pants
Just ‘cause we’re in love!!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1990, Moose School Music (BMI)

Let the Woman in you Come Through addresses the fact that many men feel a need to appear tough or "macho" to avoid teasing or ridicule. We know that if a boy cries or shows any gentleness, he risks being called a "sissy". Why should acting like someone's sister be taken as the worst kind of insult? Male fear and negativity about women in our culture doesn’t make much sense. Our bodies make both estrogen and androgen, and gentle, nurturing behaviors are exhibited by both genders, especially when they’re encouraged.

Let the Woman in you Come Through

You're holding in cause you're a man who never cries
I'm not as tough as you, my friend,
But since you ask for my advice,

Let the woman in you come through
She's trying to let you know she's there
She colors everything you do
And the man in you gets scared.

You like to dance, I've seen you dance
When you thought no one was there
I've heard sorrow take your voice
While you laugh like you don't care
It's hard to hide your gentle side
It's a lonely way to be
Take it from a friend who knows,
An old, old friend like me.


You'll fight to prove that you're a man
You'll fight to prove you're right
You work hard and play hard
And you stay up late at night
Working hard's a way to hide
From the dumb things some folks say
But holding tenderness inside
Is only throwing it away.

Chorus / Break

So you tell me that I'm crazy
And I know you don't like kids
Especially little sissies
Yeah, . . I know you never did,
But I've seen you with the tough ones
The ones the others all condemn
And you know that they're the frightened ones
And you know cause you're like them.


Let the woman in you come through
Be a different kind of brave
She'll show you love's the difference
Between a free man and a slave.

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1975, Moose School Music (BMI)

Baby Needs a Parent is a song for single parents. Single parenting can be overwhelming and lonely at times, but it can also be less complicated when you don’t have to deal with the other parent. Some single parents buy things for their children to compensate for the loss of the other parent, but kids don’t need more stuff, they need a well-adjusted adult in their life who loves them and can model a full range of healthy emotions.

Some single parent homes have produced some very well-balanced children, including homes with gay and lesbian parents. Children who grow up in such a home do not automatically become homosexual themselves, because as these special parents point out, "Gee, we grew up with heterosexual parents; that didn't influence our sexual orientation.”  

Baby Needs a Parent

Baby don’t need no silver spoon
Don’t need no rub-a-dub-dub
It’s apparent that a baby needs a parent who
Can give that baby some love!

Now every baby’s got one Mama
And every baby’s got one Pop
These days some babies live with one or the other
Cause the parents get all split-up!

Now if a baby’s only got one person
To guide that baby along
Well you might think “that’s a one-sided baby”
But maybe you might be wrong

Though everybody says that a baby girl
Needs to learn a woman’s gentle touch
And a boy needs a man to raise him, and
To show him how to be tough, . .

You know a baby can grow-up gentle
When a gentle Daddy takes good care
And a baby can grow up stron and brave
When a strong, brave Mama is there!

Now every baby’s gotta have at least one person
Who can be both gentle and strong
Well if the Mama and the Daddy can both do that
Then that baby’s never gonna go wrong!

Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980 Moose School Music (BMI)

I Wish

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish my life would change
I wish the world was better
I wish people weren't so strange

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish with all my heart
I wish someone would do something
To make the changes start!

I wish there were no wars
I wish the World had peace
I wish guys were not so violent
And there was no disease!

I wish we all had jobs
And I had curly hair
I wish someone could make
Un-caring people care!

I wish I'd loose some weight
I wish I didn't smoke
I wish I had a date
I wish I wasn't broke

I wish that global warming
Would cool off and go away
I REALLY wish the Green Party
Would win some day!

I wish folks liked to share more
And there was no more greed
I wish that all the poor folks
Could get all the things they need!

I wish animals were safe
They'd never go extinct
I wish all food was organic
And our water, clean to drink!

I wish God would hear my prayers
Up in Heaven where He dwells
But somewhere I heard God helps those
Who work to help themselves

So when I wish someone would save us
I take out my mirror
And I see who needs to take some action
It couldn't be much clearer!

Written by Peter Alsop, © 2006, Moose School Music (BMI)

Is apathy over? I hope so!! I just had a talk with a friend who didn't vote. She said "It never changes anything!" Maybe she's right, but I sure feel a change.

I don't want to miss out on this marvelous "dance of life" we're doing here on planet Earth. I don't want to sit on the sidelines, while everyone else is out on the dance floor! I figure, "Why not jump in with both feet! Dance with some passion, even if I'm not sure of the steps!?" When it looks like there's absolutely no hope at all, that's the best time to leap up and show off your best moves! Then, if you go down, you go down dancing!

When we dance in the face of a seemingly hopeless situation, the "unseen Spirit" of life hops on the Soul train and dances with us! Alive people and cultures with Life-affirming spirituality know this! We just have to "prime the dance-pump" with our delight at being alive, and the universe dances with us!

Here's Where I've Been Dancing Lately (well, actually I've been Singing!) Thanks to all you folks for having me in you community!

Sacramento, CA - with homeless folks at Cottage Housing
Los Angeles, CA - with spiritual leaders at the Agape Church
Spokane, WA - with foster parents at Dept of Health and Social Services
Tempe, AZ - with psychotherapists at the Ben Franklin Institute
San Bernardino, CA - with folks with developmental disabilities at Pathway
Scottsbluff, NB - with Scottsbluff/Gering High School students
Brookings, OR - with Gordon Clay who's put my songs on his Men's Resource web site. Thanks for your work Gordon! Check out:
Otter Space, CA - with our wonderful annual Gathering of the Artists On the beautiful Klamath River, through the Redwoods in Northern California, with writers, web masters, conference organizers, jugglers, clowns, musicians and actresses. We ate great organic food, and talked about how to use our art to open closed minds.
San Diego, CA - with the folks at the Zapatista Corn Festival, where they support the indigenous Mother corn of the people, and speak out about genetically modified seed that pollinates the native corn, makes sterile hybrid seeds that cannot be used for replanting the following year. This forces farmers to use genetically modified seeds from American companies. It's a vicious marketing plan, and it puts us all at risk. We need a wide range of genetic diversity in our food sources, so species can survive rusts, viruses and other threats that might wipe out all of them when there are only a few marketable types. Check out Richard Manning's wonderful book, Against The Grain: How Agriculture Has Hijacked Civilization, North Point Press, 2004
Topanga, CA - with photographer & MD, Phil Rasori, who presented his beautiful slides of the people in Chagoria, a small village in Kenya, and discussed his Village Hopecore's use of microcredit loans to empower women there with HIV. It's changed the traditionally patriarchal structure of the village. We had 12 remarkable women in attendance who plan to sponsor 12 village women in Kenya. Mohammed Yunus won the Nobel Peace Prize for his Grameen Bank model. it changed lives and economies all over the world. I highly recommend his book: Banker To the Poor available in bookstores or online.

That's it for now! Take a moment today to stop and breathe. Notice the air filling your lungs! Hug someone you love. (Cats and dogs included!)

Happy Holidays!

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Peter Alsop is a nationally known singer-songwriter, educator and humorist with a Ph.D. in educational psychology. He graduated from Trinity College in Connecticut and did his doctoral work at Columbia University's Teachers' College and Columbia Pacific University. He worked as the Director of The Harbor Schools Residential Treatment Center for emotionally disturbed adolescents in Maine and as a New York City elementary school teacher in the South Bronx ghetto.

Peter has produced nineteen audio recordings and seven videos and dvd's for which he consistently wins "Best Children's" awards from Parents' Choice and the Association For Independent Music. His songs are used daily by thousands of parents, educators and human service professionals to help families discuss sensitive issues. His "Wake Up" video with John Ritter helps families prevent child abuse and abduction. He's acted on stage and on television, directed a feature film, and performs extensively at conferences, festivals and concerts throughout the United States, Canada as well as hosting an annual training workshops at his Otter Space conference center in Northern California. He lives in Topanga, California with his wife, actress/director Ellen Geer, and their two daughters Willow and Megan. Contact: Moose School Productions, Box 960, Topanga, CA 90290 or 310-455-2318 or E-Mail or

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