Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Springtime’s Laughing Rhymes
A Merry Little Breeze, an allergen sneeze
Happy little children among the bees
The always fresh challenge to rhyme with moon
Perhaps noon? Spoon? Croon? Loon? Swoon? Bare feet?
Bare feet?
Bare feet! How neat! A grassy-tickly treat!
And Mama calls out, “Now where are your shoes?”
“Oh, we left them in church on the back-row pews!”
“Just wait ‘til I tell your father that news!”
(Giggling)
“And where are your socks?”
“Inside with the clocks!”
“That makes no sense!”
“Gimme three pence!”
A Merry Little Breeze, an allergen sneeze
And beneath the trees a little world at ease
[Merry Little Breezes – cf. Thornton W. Burgess’ Mother West Wind stories]
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Springtime’s Laughing Rhymes
A Merry Little Breeze, an allergen sneeze
Happy little children among the bees
The always fresh challenge to rhyme with moon
Perhaps noon? Spoon? Croon? Loon? Swoon? Bare feet?
Bare feet?
Bare feet! How neat! A grassy-tickly treat!
And Mama calls out, “Now where are your shoes?”
“Oh, we left them in church on the back-row pews!”
“Just wait ‘til I tell your father that news!”
(Giggling)
“And where are your socks?”
“Inside with the clocks!”
“That makes no sense!”
“Gimme three pence!”
A Merry Little Breeze, an allergen sneeze
And beneath the trees a little world at ease
[Merry Little Breezes – cf. Thornton W. Burgess’ Mother West Wind stories]