Moonbeam said...
Spring has sprung
The grass has riss
I wonder where the birdies is
Oh, there they go, flying by
Dropping whitewash in my eye
Aren't you glad that cows can't fly
My spring feaver is back, we did spring cleaning at work it was awesome! A great way to spend time with our newest volunteer too. Oh by the way, the above "poem", (I use the term poem lightly), was recited at the top of my lungs in the middle of a chruch sermon on a beautiful spring day much like today when I was about 4.
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