Daycare Center Poem by Pierre Rausch

Clings to her hairbrush
For her turn confided
On the march had not filled in the ruts
And strewn a litter beneath the wheels
Cling tor her young dress
To computed demand
Clings to her hairbrush
For herb on benches
To stress on tide
Tide to her game
Holds to that dandy
Attached to that cupboard
Holder and closet
Holds it beside
Holds to her screen
Clings to her chewing slide
To stress it on tide
Ai! Notes, handicrafts
Ai! Notebook circle
Who'd greet the rombaze here and
Who'd cheerish the mallard's outside