Beans
Hurray, hurray!
It’s a special day.
Grandma’s counting beans.
Pick the rocks,
Turn down your socks.
Grandma’s counting beans.
In the pot,
That’s what she taught.
One, two and three for free.
Stir the hot,
Hit’s the spot,
What a "hum" we’ll be…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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