Poems for Kids

Flutter, flap, flitter, and fly,

I see the birds as they pass on by.

Spring, leap, hippity hop,

Don’t those bunnies ever stop?

Bizz, Buzz, what’s that sound?

There’s a little bumblebee racing around.


By golly, it works!

I knew that it would.

By golly, it works!

Well, it certainly should.

We’ve spent quite a few years perfecting the art,

Of sneaking the squeakiest, leakiest fart!