remembering one of those warm unforgettable days so nice
you know the ones, when you spend a sunny day outside
and we're still visiting an only child, a princess age five
where pretty blossoms were blowing way upon the breeze
where listening to a chattering brook was entertaining,
and very soon we come upon a mob of babbling geese
which were frightening, at least I thought so, and they were
yet, to the king's men, mother reported them never
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I remember such days.