* The Butterfly Box * - A collection of whimsical poems to awaken the minds of children of all ages!
In a secret place, That no one can see, I hide away things That are special to me! It's my butterfly box, And although it's not real, It stores all the things That I dream and I feel. If you could open my box, Oh the treasures you'd find! You'd open the window And see into my mind. Swishing bright colors, Some hot and some cold. Some are just whispers, And some vivid and bold! There are musical lyrics, That play in my head, Some are to dance to... Some put babies to bed. There are stories and poems, That call out to be heard, And you'll be magically captivated From the very first word! Butterflies dance on the wind, so it seems, With beauty and magic untold. As do the things that I keep in my butterfly box, So now join me as wonders unfold!
My Mother's Purse
I asked my Mom for a tissue, There was lipstick and powder, In her purse is where she looked. A comb, cracked in the middle, Her hand went in like she was fishing, And a red plastic keychain And this is what she hooked! That looked like a fiddle. A shiny gold whistle, A jar of hand cream, A big ball of string, And a couple of tea bags, Two pieces of gum A small can of car wax And five keys on a ring. And two very old dust rags. Next came her wallet, I thought she was finished, A checkbook to match, But oh no, there was more! And two lottery tickets She had one of those ant traps That she never did scratch. That you put on the floor! An ink pen and pencil, A small bag of pasta, A small address book, A can of sardines, A needle with thread And a tiny pink rabbit And an old crochet hook. Filled with red jelly beans. A small, sticky candy, Covered with fuzz, And then all of a sudden ... That's all that there was!
Sweet as candy Twice as dandy Nice and sticky too! Just one try to you'll see why You have to taste my goo! You can lick it You can stick it You can roll it in a ball! You can mold it You can fold it Even stretch it ten feet tall! So if you want a snack to enjoy -One that can also be a toy- My totally super, amazing goo, Could be just the right thing - the right thing for you!
Jumping Beans Has anyone seen My jumping beans? I had them right here in this sack. They were right on the table I went out to the stable And they were gone when I got back. You'd tell me if you could ... Boy, this chili is really good ...You'd tell me if you knew? Where my beans could be found ...Hey, this chili is moving around!... And it makes it so hard to chew!
There are socks on the floor. They weren't there before, I'm sure I'd have already seen. I saw the pants and the top, Two pairs of shoes, one flip-flop, And some bread on a plate that turned green. Three books were down there, A deflated inflatable chair, Some hair bows and one magazine. I guess I'll pick up the socks, Put them away in a box, Or else my room just won't be clean!
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