Please pause a moment The sun is at his zenith Your shadow is small
Tend to the flowers Prune, protect and water them Enjoy their beauty
She said she “word paints” Syllables, her medium Critics get brushed off
Eleven months We just have eleven months Christmas Eve is near
See the snow falling Swirling, blowing, covering Thin tree limbs will bow
Bolts of fabric Bolts of light A bolt from the blue Sit bolt upright To
Bats hang inverted The cave is dark all day long When night falls they fly
Cold clear and solid Melting in my tea tumbler soon liquid again
Ticonderoga yellow pencil Number 2 eraser pristine
Hawaiian Islands Cook called them Sandwich Islands SPAM came much later