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Mrs. Chipmunk And Mr. ToadMrs. Chipmunk was running Through the forest one day, Looking for some nuts She could store away. She went running through the flowers Daises and purple violets too, Stopped on a fallen log And licked at some morning dew. She heard a noise beside her What was it? She didn't know, It was a low croak That came from Mr. Toad. "How do you do ma'am On this glorious morn?" "I'm here looking for sunflower seeds And big, juicy acorns." "What are you doing here So early, Mr.Toad," she asked, "I'm taking a refreshing dip Just fulfilling a daily task." "I should be on my way now," Mrs. Chipmunk, said to Mr. Toad, "I'll see you some other time," he said "And be careful of that busy road." Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.13/2005 Another children's poem going into the book. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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