The Picnic
When I was just a little girl
My mom would say to me
Let's have a picnic
Where we can all run free
We'll take the road
That goes through town
That leads to Bryer Woods
With all our picnic baskets
Then we will eat the goods
There was a little meadow
In a clearing we did see
A little deer and little bear
Were romping throu the trees
We tried to take a picture
But they were gone to quick
We took another picture
With the camera we did click
A picnic is so much fun
I hope that you agree
when you go on a picnic
Take a picture of what you see
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