Mountains, Meadows And Music - Poem by Eleanor Tingelstad
Shall you and I cross over the mountain?
There are; meadows there - with lush green grass.
Can you see the white daisies
Sprinkled here and there?
Look! There is a bunch of Black Eyed Susan
And see the wobbly black labrador pups one,
two and three.
Oh! hear the music
Here comes Snow White, she's playing the
A lively waltz - "blue Skirt Waltz"
See the seven dwarfs dancing after her
They're singing "It's off to play
We go, Hi - Ho - Hi - Ho - Hi, Ho."
Come - let us join in.
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