My favorite books, my favorite rhymes
Bottomless ice-cream any time
If Mama wasn’t looking.
Jokes and riddles, tricks and blue clay
If I could I would stay all day
And wait for Nanny’s cooking.
Gnarled old hands just as fast as mine
Could play that slap-trick every time
He’d get us both wise cracking.
Saltines and cheese, cold milk in mugs
Then shooting marbles on the rugs
We’d always end up napping.
Nanny would find us sleeping there
With our four feet up in his chair,
We’d wake to find her laughing.