Verses for the Barefooted
and the Fourfooted
Barefoot in SpringThe moist mud squishes between your toesAs you walk barefoot along a watery creek. The birds' chirping Is music to your ears As you meet nature With your feet. You walk, sing , and run But to nowhere In the woods With the trees and animals You are free |
Old HouseRickety, rockThe house on the hill The old wind blows The house falls down A bulldozer comes And roles it down Poor house on the ground Nature SongThe bees humThe owls hoot The robins twirp to the bluejays The sparrows sing their pretty song As the day goes on and on SwingingI sit on a swingYou push me high So high I seem to fly But what if I were to fall Onto that wall Ahh Put me down I miss the ground And I certainly hate that wall |
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