When I was just a little one, these are the nursery rhymes and songs my daddy and mummy sang to me. Now that I have little ones of my own, I will sing the same to them.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Summer Breeze
Summer breeze, so softly blowing, In my garden pinks are growing.
If you go and send the showers, You may come and smell my flowers.
No comments:
Post a Comment