By McKenna Fuchs
The mountains gleaming
The reflection of the dew
The sunrise shining its reflection.
There was a women with a sandal
The ground was too hot to handle
She tied her shoe
And heard a moo
And lighted her own candle.
I used to run
Where the grass was green
Now I lay here upon this ground
With this journal in my hand
Amber danced with songs in her head
She Alan's refused to go to bed
She'd spin and spin until the sun would rise
And in her stomach she got butterflies
Amber learned to sing a song
Even though the dance was wrong
She always sang a nice tune
Even in the middle of June.
Jan ran on the street
She always wanted something to eat
She'd sing a song
And nothing ever went wrong
Kenna Grace loves candy
She finds it really handy
She needs a treat
For when she's on the street.