The Little KingOnce upon a time,there was a little king;who wore a little crown(that actually was a ring).And he rode a little steed:A furry, fuzzy, bunny,that gave a hop and boundto make him look so funny.His little wand a matchstick,his little cape a scrapfrom a patchwork quilthe made a dashing chap!
My MouseI think it would be grandto have a little mouse,to hold within my handor creeping through the house.With fur as soft as velvetand a tiny twitching nose.Whispering as I held it,I'd bring it very close...And softly in its eara secret would I tell.No one else would hear,and it'd guard it very well.
Life is for LivingI give to you freely my friendship,I give to you freely my love.I open my heart in kinship;To soar to the heavens above.While looking for the answer to lifeI found I didn't know the question.Looking around, I saw strifewhile happiness became mere suggestion.It's easy to give up hope,it's easy to find the gloom.You can whisper, sigh and mope,or call out messages of doom.Find the strength to see the lightthat marks the silver lining.Always morning comes after night,and the brightest star is shining.So no more will I ask;I accept this life to live.I know my golden taskis happiness to give.To everyone I see or meet,I'll offer a smile and wave.For all passersby in the streeta song and dance I'll save.Look around to see the joke,and know you'll have to laugh.Find the jest, or fun to poke,because you're fortunate by half.Deny depression and frowns!Someone will always have it worse;everyone has their ups and downs,let happiness be YOUR curse!Whether the skies ar
The Ice WyrmThere sprawled a wyrm of icingStretching lengths of coils chill,On its breath a storm enticing,to crawl beneath the stony hill. Then came the cold of winter's bite,To lay upon a heavy frost,That caused the wind to blow in spiteAnd howl like souls long lost.Now all the land lay covered,Buried in cold white snow;While overhead there hoveredGray clouds lying low.This icy wyrm had come to stay;The eternal storm had broke at last.Now in terror the people lay,Condemning summer to the past.Their world is frozen, cold and dark;Their future just as pale and bleak.No light is there, no fire spark-It preys upon the weak...Death comes slowly creepingThough they try to fight.Cold forever a