If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a shrub in the valley--but be...

Some children are brown like newly baked bread
Some are yellow, and some are red...

A place with trees and hills to climb
When Nature calls to him...

Hurt no living thing;
Ladybird, nor butterfly...

I know a little angel once
With half a dollar to spend...

There are so many stories I still want to tell
There are so many I love yous left unsaid...

"I'm writing to mother," Alice said,
"And I'm making some kisses big and round...

When morning sun wakes you and me,
The little birds wake in the tree...

The rain came down so very quick.
I soon was wet as water...

Here we go swinging
To the treetop...

A little old man of the sea
Went out in a boat for a sail...

The man in the moon,
As he sails in the sky...