It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click