So Grace, being six years old, wrote a poem. She doesn’t write so well, so her mother wrote it down. This is how it went:<\/p>\n
Over in the jungle lived a mother tiger
\nwith a little tiger too
\nClimb said the mother
\nWe climb, said the two
\nSo they climbed and they climbed
\nUntil the night broke through<\/p><\/blockquote>\nNot to be outdone, Sharon, who is four, produced this poem:<\/p>\n
Once upon a time there was a tree.
\nThe end
\nAnd there was a little house.
\nThe end
\nAnd a mother squirrel and a tree squirrel
\nAnd the mother squirrel said,
\n“Gather food, gather food,”
\nand they did say,
\n“We gather food, we gather food,”
\nThe end<\/p><\/blockquote>\nNot only this, but it turns out that Grace’s poem is also available in a variation using less dangerous non-tiger cats:<\/p>\n
Over in the meadow in a little warm tree
\nlived an old mother cat
\nwith her little catties three
\nClimb said the mother,
\n“We climb!” said the three
\nSo they climbed and they climbed to the tippy tippy tree.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"So Grace, being six years old, wrote a poem. She doesn’t write so well, so her mother wrote it down. This is how it went: Over in the jungle lived a mother tiger with a little tiger too Climb said … Continue reading