Roses are bloomed
Twirly and green
Roses are pretty
Roses are pink.

Dreamy and spinning
And twirly all day long.

Poppies are red
Poppies smell sweet.

The End.

By Rosebud
Age 4
~JMJ~

The mention of poppies in Rosebud's little poem brought to mind one of our favorite little poems from Anna's Summer Songs by Mary Q. Steele:

A bright red poppy

Can make me feel happy

And hoppy,

Hop, hip, happy!

Hap, hip, hoppy!

Poppy!

And then The Professor's take on that same rhyme (with sincere apologies to Ms. Steele):

A cup of hot coffee

Can make me feel happy

And hoppy,

Hop, hip, happy!

Hap, hip, hoppy!

Coffee!