Understanding Miss Muffett


Hey, Mommy, what’s a tuffet?
Do we have a tuffet, too?
Little Miss Muffett sat on one.
What does a tuffet do?


What’s that stuff she’s eatin’?
The words say: curds and whey.
It looks like lumpy oatmeal.
Does she eat that every day?


Why’d she take off running
when the spider sat beside her?
Ohhh ... I'll bet I know ...
it was a big old BARKING spider!

Growing Things 



Daddy planted grass seeds
and up popped new green grass.
When mommy planted flower seeds
pretty flowers came up fast.


I don’t understand it.
I planted my seeds too.
My spot has lots of sunshine
and I watered, but nothing grew.


I guess it’s something grownups know,
maybe kids just can’t plant seeds,
‘cause the bird seeds that I planted
didn’t grow any birds for me.

A Little Riddle


It comes in many flavors.
It comes in lots of smells.
It can keep a secret
and never, ever tell.


You’ll know it when you hear it.
If you look, you’ll see it, too.
It’s everywhere around outside
and down inside of you.


It can turn a sad day happy.
It can turn a mad day glad.
It will even be there
when you’ve been really bad.


It’s something in both day and night,
every second, every minute.
It’s right there in your family
and everyone who’s in it.


Did you guess my riddle?
Just a few things left to say.
If you want a lot of it,
then give it all away!


It’s left and right and all around.
It’s under and above.
I think you’ve guessed the answer ...
it’s  L - O - V - E

 
Love.

The Blue Bird


If I could be an animal
I think I’d like to be
just like the little blue bird
that’s sitting in my tree.


I look at him and wonder
what it’s like when you can fly.
I’ll bet the world looks beautiful
from up there in the sky.


There would be no traffic jams
or stop signs in the air.
No bumpy roads with potholes
would ever be up there.


But I’d miss my mom and dad
and who’d be there at night
to help me brush my teeth
and tuck me in real tight?


He looks at me each morning
from the same branch in my tree.
While I sit wishing I was him,
is he wishing he was me?

Purple Slurple


Hey, let’s make a purple slurple.
It’s good, I can show you how.
I won’t spill like when I was little,
I’m six, I can make it now.


You can get out the glasses
and then add some lumps of ice. 
I’ll get the rest of the stuff out.
Thanks for your help, you’re nice.


We’ll glug six times with 7-Up,
add four shakes of sugar on top,
then stir with a big wooden spoon
and mix it in with the soda pop.


Then we’ll add the grape juice.
That’s what makes the slurple purple.
But be careful when you drink, go slow,
or your tummy makes a great big burple!

Angels All Around Me



Angels all around me.
Angels high above.
Pretty angels everywhere
guarding me with love.


Angels at my bedside
help me start my prayers
while other angels hurry
mom and daddy up the stairs.


When it’s time to say night-night
the angels’ jobs aren’t through.
When I close my eyes to sleep, 
they watch me all night, too.


Angels all around me.
Angels high above.
Pretty angels everywhere
guarding me with love. 

Little Ants


Little ants marching in single file
crossing my smooth window pane.
How do they know who to follow?
Do they each have their own name?


Where are they going in such a rush?
Have they nothing else better to do?
I watch them, my nose to the window,
and it looks like they’re watching me, too.


In my world, everyone’s different
and most people go their own way.
In their world, they follow a leader
and the little guys all look the same.


I like making choices in my life.
not following someone all the time.
I wouldn’t like living in their world.
Are they wondering if they would like mine?

The Lighthouse


There's a lighthouse on an island
Built on boulders in the sea.
A home to no one anymore,
And it's beautiful to me.


The waves come crashing, sending spray.
Their salty drops rain down
Blessing me and other people
And the buildings in the town.


The lighthouse wakes at evening time
And its beacon comes around
Protecting all the ships out there
So they don't run aground.


I sit and send my wishes
Way up high on seagull wings
And then pretend that they'll come true
On notes the lighthouse sings.


That lighthouse must be magic!
I hear it call to me
From its bed of boulders
On an island in the sea.