nursery rhimes
It is a Bunch
For you my Mum,
A flower Bunch
From your little Son.
I want to kiss you,
I want to say:
'Mum, I love you!
Happy birthday!'
I love
I love to count -
One, two, three...
I love to sing -
A, B, C.
I love to draw
The sky, the Sun,
But most of all
I love you Mum.
Masked Boy
He is a tiger
With sharp claws.
He is a spider.
He is the Boss.
He is a Monster
With red eyes,
But he's afraid of
Little Mice.
Poetry by Ivan Mishev
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Written on 2006-07-06 at 11:00
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I wantIt is a Bunch
For you my Mum,
A flower Bunch
From your little Son.
I want to kiss you,
I want to say:
'Mum, I love you!
Happy birthday!'
I love
I love to count -
One, two, three...
I love to sing -
A, B, C.
I love to draw
The sky, the Sun,
But most of all
I love you Mum.
Masked Boy
He is a tiger
With sharp claws.
He is a spider.
He is the Boss.
He is a Monster
With red eyes,
But he's afraid of
Little Mice.
Poetry by Ivan Mishev
Read 456 times
Written on 2006-07-06 at 11:00
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