My kidlets are always asking me to make up rhymes and poems about something or other not realising I'm a talentless git. Hope you enjoy them as much as my kids do.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Butterflies
I can see a butterfly Its vivid wings caught my eye In my garden she flits about So to my little brother I shout Come and see these butterfly wings Aren’t they the most amazing things?
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