I-Spy
A ladybird, busy,
On a sunny September day.
A farmer,
Just finished cutting the hay.
A wasp on a dried out flower,
Autumn is here,
He is losing his power.
A penny nailed to a tree,
I-spy is fun lots to see.
All left at peace for others to spy,
From our feet up to the sky.
Leaving the penny hanging there,
Maybe there is no change to spare.
Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
I-Spy
A ladybird, busy,
On a sunny September day.
A farmer,
Just finished cutting the hay.
A wasp on a dried out flower,
Autumn is here,
He is losing his power.
A penny nailed to a tree,
I-spy is fun lots to see.
All left at peace for others to spy,
From our feet up to the sky.
Leaving the penny hanging there,
Maybe there is no change to spare.
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