There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec Poem by Rudyard Kipling
There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec
THERE was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
When they said. "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is—
But we don't call this cold in Quebec."
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child
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4/24/2024 6:59:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem it made me feel a deep connection in my heart that just unlocked