Cat's Cradle Poem by Rose Fyleman
Cat's Cradle
ALTHOUGH it has a jolly name
Cat's cradle is a funny game
I like to play it all the same.
It's easy when you first begin,
But when it goes all long and thin
I daren't put my fingers in.
If mother's anywhere about
We stand against the door and shout
Until she comes and helps us out.
Her fingers look so long and white,
Her rings are very sparkly bright,
She almost always gets it right.
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