My son asked me to help write something little for him to do a ditty on wind !!!!!!! I was going to pretend that I did not have a hand in this AT ALL, but I know my blog readers can take it!! Teetering off before anyone thinks I wrote it all.
There once was a boy called Smarty Pants
He couldn’t sit still, he just had to dance
Jumping and flapping, spinning around
With everyone watching, he loved to perform
A big crowd gathered for a show
Like a tree, he began to grow
He puffed up his chest
No time to rest
Stepping out, into the lights
Smarty Pants prepared for a fight
He took a deep breath, to get it just right
He got himself ready, hands on his knees
And dropped a damp squib, hold your noses please
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