The little fountain blue and wide
On the mountain's sunny side
With the river on its toes
And pixie-dust upon its bows
Where sprightly little fishes flock past
Over pebbles and water grass
To their school in the magic pit
Where they swim with all their grit
I will one day be with them
As the god of merry may-hem
Elect the young to make all rules
And keep the bullies out of school
And when the sun gets overhead
They can laugh and play instead
In the fountain blue and wide
On the mountain's sunny side
1 comment:
somehw the poem took me back to my "enid blyton" days...fantabulous use f images nd words...absolutely magical..loved it!!!...
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