Walking home from the beach one day,
I tripped and fell along the way.
My rhyme was lost to my dismay.
Where did it go?
What will I say?
I looked by the shore.
It wasn’t there.
It wasn’t in the woods,
Or in the bluebird’s nest.
I searched and searched
Along the grass,
And found it stuck
Upon my rear.
Thal Dixon
1989
