277 Hinges Playfully I’m all made of hinges, ’cause ev’rything bends From the top of my neck way down to my ends. I’m hinges in front, and I’m hinges in back; But I have to be hinges, or else I would crack! Improvise actions as suggested by the words. Words: Aileen Fisher 1906–2002 Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, 1924–2013 © 1953, © renewed 1981, Aileen Fisher. From Up the Windy Hill. Abelard, N.Y. Used by permission. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.