Around And Around And Around - Poem by Joseph Walden
Life rhymes and reason sings,
every single little thing.
Whether it is forgotten,
rather when it is remembered,
life makes perfect sense.
How do you make a baby?
Not without one single thing,
it ought to be with every single little thing.
When the baby springs,
please don't forget all the little things.
When She or He grows older,
he or She will know every single little thing.
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