Ivan & Dasa’s
thoughts on winter:
Hurry spring,
hurry fast,
Hurry spring, I
can’t last.
Too much of this
snowy stuff,
It’s everywhere,
I say enough.
Gives my toes an awful chill,
I don’t like it,
never will.
So hurry spring,
I can’t wait.
Hurry spring,
don’t be late.
The cold is
simply terrible;
It’s really quite
unbearable.
I hope it gets
much betters;
Mom’s ordering
more sweaters.
Oh spring, please
don’t be late.
Sentiments echoed by Basenjis wherever the white stuff falls, no doubt! Love the poem, Peggy!
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