Summer Sounds
The rooster crows about being the best in the yard.
Bob White shouts his name to the neighbors.
Barks and Yips, Howls and Meows,
Splishes and Splashes and Screams of delight
As the ice cream truck sings its song.
Fireflies flash warning lights as
The bats come swooping in.
And someone is Whipping Poor Will again.
2005 For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
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