Counting Buttons
Counting Buttons
Nanny was an old lady
always rocking in her chair
On her front porch
you would find her there
My daughter at her young age
loved to sit on Nannys lap
Counting one, two, three buttons
and then they would clap
Day in and day out
counting buttons was their thing
Much joy and laughter
this simple task would bring
I truely believe
this is how my daughter learned to count
On the lap of an old lady
in memory of Nanny we recount
Copyright © Debra Falgout | Year Posted 2013
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