Childs playday

by {Ms. Felicia}   Mar 12, 2005


The morning birds are chirping
The sun is just rising
The little ones are wakening up
The smell of pancakes so delightful

Put on there play clothes
And run down the stairs
Greeting there mother
Kiss and hugs everywhere

Pancakes and bacon
Orange juice to
Breakfast going to fast
It’s done now what to do

They get there little shoes on
And run out side
Jump ropes, hopscotch
Games of run and hid

Ridding there bikes
Little tanning wheels and all
Dolls out in dress
Babies and there little moms

Little tea sets
Its teatime now
They all sit together
Sharing there stories

Getting a little sleepy
Time to lie down for a while
In to there beds they are tucked
Sleeping angels peace and quiet

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