Bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay
bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay
this is a record of pink unicorn day
they are arriving from down by the bay
giggling, snorting, doing all kinds of play
I sense them as they rise out of new clay
merriment and joy sliding into their fray
bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay
they have assured me this day is no longer gray
they will stay around Mess a Meek Bay
until possibly marvelous Wednesday
if you want a selfie, better head this way
bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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