A poem is a little path
That leads you through the trees...

A poem is a busy bee
Buzzing in your head...

They tried to explain,
As they tried to keep us tame...

Hippos swim. Hippos snort.
Hippo legs are rather short...

I love ewe.
I'm not lion...

Covered in creamy
birthday-cake frosting...

The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night...

My mother packed me all the things
I like to eat for lunch...

I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excuse...
I stopped to view upon a leaf a spider and some...

Tomorrow's my birthday and I'll be four
And I won't have to stay home anymore...

A garden path of cobble stones,
A fairy sitting with two gnomes...

He sleeps. He eats. He chases flies.
He looks for pheasant in the skies...