‘Tis the song I pull wither and hitch, a mouse flitting about its homey niche. Tiny feet patter to and fro, as the song prepares the wizard for his nightly show. Yes, a song indeed I did say, sound patterns frolicking in the garden today. A child with pigtails playing a jumping game, eyed by the watching of a dog that is lame.
Sweet, cuddly, lighthearted and hopeful.
Very cooooool poem...Puts me back to my 6 year old self...Thanks