A Star
I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
My dad has one eye, and we don't think of him as "poor little creature." Hm. Too dated for our totz?
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2 comments:
That's one strong and able star, climbing and plunging and seeing -- not at all a poor little creature! Thanks for sharing this poem.
Janet
Thanks, Janet!
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