Friday, April 16, 2010
Words, Words, Words from Fannie R. Buchanan
This morning, plain as plain could be,
A little birdie called to me
"Come out! Come out! Come out and see!"
A butterfly all bright and gay
Went flitting on to show the way,
"Just follow me," it seemed to say.
And all around I heard the bees
Whispering something to the breeze.
I thought they whispered, "Apple trees."
And then I shouted with delight!
Someone had been there in the night
And turned the trees all pink and white!
From Book Trails: For Baby Feet
Shepard and Lawrence, Inc.
Child Development, Inc.