Hero
you hear nothing
but your beating heart
and the swish of air
the ball arcs
you leap…
and the crowd roars!
you hear nothing
but your beating heart
and the swish of air
the ball arcs
you leap…
and the crowd roars!
It always begins
with a fly
already swallowed
With mom’s goodbye, the tears flow.
A hug, a wave… it’s time to go
Teddy gets on the bus to start
off for camp, sad to part.
Teddy takes a ride in red.
Woo-Hoo! What fun! He said.
Do fish like plaid
I do . . . Do you?
My hat is plaid.
It’s a plaid hat.
A plaid fisherman’s hat…
I wear them for the characters that come out with full force… I wear them by mood of course.
I’m wearing a hat today It’s blue
“Why is it blue?”
You might ask… As I do.
My blue hat
My blue cap
My cool cap…
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