Once There Was A Tree, And She

So I'm All Of Love That Could Make It Today.

I Tried On The Farmer's Hat, Didn't Fit. . . A Little Too Small - Just A Bit Too Floppy. . . . . I Tried On The Summer Sun, Felt Good. Nice And Warm - Knew It Would. Tried The Grass Beneath Bare Feet, Felt Neat. Finally, Finally Felt Well Dressed, Nature's Clothes Fit Me Best.

I Asked The Zebra, Are You Black With White Stripes? Or White With Black Stripes? And The Zebra Asked Me, Are You Good With Bad Habits? Or Are You Bad With Good Habits?

Although I Cannot See Your Face As You Flip These Poems Awhile, Somewhere From Some Far-off Place I Hear You Laughing--and I Smile.

Why Can't You See I'm A Kid', Said The Kid. Why Try To Make Me Like You? Why Are You Hurt When I Don't Cuddle? Why Do You Sigh When I Splash Through A Puddle? Why Do You Scream When I Do What I Did? Im A Kid.