Get your hat from the peg sweet child.
Protect your skin from mottling.
The sun is baking gently.
For here we are walking along the river side.
Where we shall pick banks of bluebells for free.
We shall smile and giggle.
Watch swans swimming by.
Heraldic and beautiful catching our eyes.

Behind the fence live the goats,
Strange creatures they are.
"Watch your bonnet Dorit,"
They'll steal it if they get a chance.
Curious creatures they are.
A family, of three.
Billy, Nanny and Delilah .
They are so very friendly.
They'd love to break free.
But their sweet release has nothing to do with thee or me.
Their eyes follow us.

We carry along on our summertime jaunt.
Nearly home now.
To our right a large cow.
If cows can smile at us, I'm sure that she did.

Indoors now.
Our bluebells in vases.
Bonnet hung up.
Undone ribbons and bows.
Shoes off.
You said your feet were sore.
I'm rubbing your toes.
To make them feel a bit better.
Evening is coming and she's needing a sweater.
Evening chills not thrilling.
Her bed is calling, she is so willing.
She's falling asleep, at the end of the day.
"Goodnight Dorit. "
(c) Livvi