Magical, Magical Me - Poem by Ruthe Spacht
I must be a magical kid,
I'll tell you what I did:
The first day of school has come
and I've made my mother smile --
just listen to her hum.
Little magical, magical me!
Last spring, what did I see?
When summer vacation was coming,
My teacher was the one
Doing the smiling and the humming!
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