hopping through the grass
when he heard a squeak, squeak, squeak
He looked down and it was a bridge
with its mouth open wide
munching away the countryside
| There was
once a rabbit hopping through the grass when he heard a squeak, squeak, squeak He looked down and it was a bridge with its mouth open wide munching away the countryside |
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| Poem and illustration by Micaela Solis, aged 4, Oct 2000 | Micaela dictated this poem - her very first - to me while we travelled by train from Barcelona to Port Aventura. She also drew the illustration in her scrapbook. |