Whisky Frisky
Whisky Frisky, Hippity-hop Up he goes To the treetop!
Whirly, twirly, Round and round, Down he scampers To the ground.
Furly, curly, What a tail!
Where’s his supper? In the shell, Snap, cracky, Out it fell.
mommies
by Nikki Giovanni
MOMMIES
make you brush your teeth and put your old clothes on and clean the room
and call you from the playground and fuss at daddies and uncles
Tall as a feather,
and tuck you in at night
Broad as a sail!
and kiss you
The Reason
by Dorothy Aldis
Rabbits and squirrels Are furry and fat, And all of the chickens Have
feathers, and that Is why when it’s raining They need not stay in The
way children do who have Only their skin.
