Night. I should be drifting off into peaceful slumber, eerie dream.

Tell others you love me & I'm a good daughter. Praise me, so you look like a good mother.

In The Ocean, Where Dolphins Swim & Glide, In The Ocean, Small Treasures Come In With The Tide.

There was a young man from France, Who over-starched his pants.

It blooms in the Summer, Fades in the Fall. As it dies and petals fall,

Skies are blue, Skies are gray, Skies are different, Every day. Some are cloudy, Some are clear.

White Frost, A Snowy Day. Snow on the Sidewalk, Shovel It Away.