Oh Ellen To Play Fun Sticks With You.

What a love and joy to see you,
Your blond hair shines in the sun,
Your smile doth capture my heart strings,
We are going to have such fun

Gran dad walkies you say to me,
As you tightly hold my hand,
Let’s go play hide and seek,
Under this tree I will count and stand,

A bridge over the stream in the wood let’s look,
I will gather some twigs for Fun sticks we will play,
We both throw our Fun sticks into the brook,
Whose twig will be first under the bridge this way?

Such fun and so delightful,
We have had such a lovely day,
We are so exhausted,
And you are so tired and need your sleep,

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poem by Anthony Foster
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