Stories & Poems
Otherwise
by Aileen Fisher
And how could peanuts, Otherwise,
Be covered up so tight?
Hippity Hop to Bed
by Leroy F. Jackson
O it’s hippity hop to bed! I’d rather sit up instead. But when father
says “must,” There’s nothing but just Go hippity hop to bed.
There must be magic,
Otherwise,
How could day turn to night,
And how could sailboats,
Otherwise,
Go sailing out of sight,
