Rhythmic Stories June 11, 2022

Under the Willow Tree

The old willows limbs gently sway in the breeze
Small children playing underneath doing as we pleased

Making mud pies in old tin cans
Waiting to be eaten by unsuspecting fans

Mom never had to worry or wonder where we’d be
She knew our favorite hangout was underneath that willow tree

There were no scarier words ever spoken, I will confess
Then when daddy said your mama said you made a muddy mess

Pick yourself a limb of the old willow tree
Don’t you doddle, get yourself right back to me

Maybe next time, you’ll think twice
before causing mama so much strife

Lessons learned the hard way
Are the ones that seem to stay

It only hurt a moment, but his lesson stayed with me
And I still think fondly to this day of that old willow tree

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