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Wood Nymph
They were walking through the woods
On a warm, summer day,
They heard a little voice
"What was that?" They did say.
"Come play with me
In my wooded home,
Let the singing birds surround you
This is where the fairies roam."
"Let's have a picnic
Then play hide and seek,
We can also sit
And tell eachother stories."
The children loved this idea
They followed the nymph to her home,
Among the colorful trees, they did play
With the fairies, the children did roam.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.4/2006
Something different for a change. :o)
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Wood Nymph
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