Gigglers Poem by Ima Ryma

The triplet toddlers holding hands
Do toddle about the playground.
And each little girl understands
That there are giggles to be found
In funny stuff that only they
Do share the secret of what is
Putting the three in giggling way,
And is nobody else's biz.
Quite a sight and a sound they be
To all others who are nearby,
Watching and list'ning to these three
Giggle so and not knowing why.

Contagious spread their giggles do,
And all around do giggle too.