Sometimes she was mad, and when she was, she frowned,
Then she would pout, stamping both feet upon the ground.
Frogs would start croaking, and the cats would run around,
As close by passed a colorful parade, of princesses crowned!
Into tall, wild green grasses, the big bunnies would bound,
While laughter would pause, on the giddy merry-go-round.
Dogs would start barking, and sad bluebird would fly down,
Crooning its beautiful song, until her smile again she found!
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Reminded my childhood days and all those precious rides that I enjoyed while sitting on Dragon, Eagle, Horse, Camel and what not.... Full ******
So glad that this brought back pleasant memories for you. Thank you very much.