(Courtesy of Irish Girl)
My world is oh so pretty that it would be such a pity if the birds couldn’t fly in the sky so blue if the apples couldn’t grow on the trees fresh and new if the worms couldn’t wriggle it would not be a giggle if the fish couldn’t swim in the foamy waves and if bears could not live in their cozy caves my I am glad there are none of these dismays.
-Irish Girl was at my house and wrote this cool poem. I've been wanting to post it for months. So here it is!
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