Julia Ward Poet Rhyme

Little Girls - Nursery Rhyme

Little girls on the swings they go.
Back and forth - a lovely show.
Little girls jump down on grass.
Pretty girls in polka dress.
They are sisters, don't you know...
Three of them in a pretty row.

Now they run to the elder tree.
Who is first?  Say " Me!", "Me!", "Me!".
They climb up the tree, and yes,
Now their clothes are torn - a mess.
"Never mind", their mummy says.
(Play's important, not the dress.)




3/9/2021

Contest  - Nursery Rhyme

Sponsor - Eve Roper

1st place win

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