Happiness is remembering a poem from your childhood. “A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?”
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LOVE this!
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Me too. My dad was always reciting this and other fun poetry to us – obviously nothing classic or complicated, but memorable just the same.
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Love this one Jazzy! Here is mine
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!
Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim–
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.
Everyone for what he likes!
WE like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!
High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call–
WE are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!
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I wish I was a rock
Sitting on a hill
Doing nothing the whole day long
But just sitting still
I wouldn’t sleep and I wouldn’t eat
And I wouldn’t even wash
I’d just sit there ten thousand years
And rest myself by gosh
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I think I will set this to music and make it my theme song. lol
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Shel Silverstein-
I have an itch,
An awful itch,
No other itch can match it
For it itches in the one place
I cannot reach to scratch it
I’ve no idea why but that has stuck with me for thirty years and still pops into my head any time I get bit by a mosquito
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