Counting the Season Nursery Rhyme
I lay upon this bed with dancing thought’s running through my head, I see trees with leaves falling as summertime has gone away. But then I see Santa Clause dashing through the snow far, far away his reindeer pulling his slay as I lay waiting for Christmas Day. All snuggled in bed on this cold winter night within my mind I see a beautiful Spring delight, with flowers blooming and the sun gleaming meaning Summer is on the way these four seasons are now gone and this year has passed along so to sleep I go dreaming and wondering what the next New Year's Day, will bring my way. With twenty-eight seasons now gone you will be seven in season one,
only 92 more seasons to go and you will be as old as me then you and I will count along, all the seasons that are gone
Contest: Be Creative
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date Created: 10/30/2023
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2022
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