Down By the Stream

A little girl named Buttercup played in the meadow by a stream She'd watch fish swim by and tell them all hi but, when a snake slithered up, she'd scream Turtles sunning on a log swam to see her and frogs croaked out big hellos Crawdads back tracked she would copy exact until she stepped into the yucky stream mud below Buttercup loved the forest animals little rabbits peaking out from the trees squirrels running to and fro and a deer would sometimes show she would know it time to go when the whipporwill sang his song of woe Buttercup would pick a lovely bouquet of the pink honeysuckles growing there and give them to her mother who would now discover Buttercup had been at the stream A scolding for this taboo was iminent Buttercup knew it was due what her mother didn't know she loved the stream so A scolding was only words so few.....