Cora’s making up a song as she looks out the window at all the snow falling today. I liked it enough to post, though I have no idea what it means. Cora’s three years old, BTW.
(In the cadence of the typical talk-rock heavy metal band…)
Little trees
Little trees
Falling down on me.
Little trees
Little trees
Falling down on me.
(Begin sing-along melody here…)
Everyone in the Hundred Acre Wood
Everyone said, “You go in style.”
Followed by a really big fish
Everypeople came.