One fine morning in early spring, I heard in my garden a wee little sing.
I lay down on the ground and I looked all around.
Oh my, oh me, what did I see?
A kingdom of fairies with wings that glisten, I lay so still so my ears could listen.
The fairies were dancing in a ring and singing a song that bells might sing.
Then my eyes...
[read more]There piped a piper in the wood strange music soft and sweet.
And all the little furry things came hurrying to his feet.
They sat around him on the grass - enchanted, unafraid.
And listened, all with shining eyes, as sweet melodies he made.
The woods grew green, the flowers sprang up, the birdies all took wing.
For the music, it...
[read more]Down the street the North Wind blows.
Round the corner, there he goes.
Hear him whistle, hear him shout,
See umbrellas turn inside-out.
Let him howl, let him blow,
Still he brings the ice and snow.
Let him bluster, let him boast,
We'll go out to skate and coast.