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seeing is believing... |
. In a place somewhere just south of here Along the river âSlowly Creepsâ Live the people of Persnickerdy In hollow huckleberry trees Persnickerdies are invisible Well, when they want to be And most are just two inches tall But some will grow to three They drive around in busses The kind that go Vroom, Vroom Or theyâll ride on snap-the-dragons But only when in bloom Most of them are orange and brown Some are green and blue And maybe red and yellow But there are other colors too Theyâre busy little people These Persnickerdies Always darting back and forth Between the huckleberry trees Now the thing you may not know About this tiny little lot Are the things they do, for me and you Is remind for-get-me-nots They turn katy-doâs into katydids By teaching them to sing And paint the brightest colors On all the butterflies wings They give raccoons their striped tails Paint the rings around their eyes They also help the humming birds By teaching them to fly They teach fishes how to swim The owls how to hoot And wouldnât it be, the funniest thing If penguins didnât wear suits You think that itâs so odd you say To stand out in the rain But then who would tie the ribbons So that rainbows have a name And if you ever wondered Why robinâs eggs are blue Well, I donât have to tell you Itâs because of you know who In the fall if you look closely And are quiet as can be You might just catch, oh, one or two Out there painting all the leaves They help out Mother Nature Sheâs grateful for it too After all sheâs just one woman With so many things to do . |