Anna Maria


Anna Maria
she sat on the fire.

The fire was too hot,
she sat on the pot.

The pot was too round,
she sat on the ground.

The ground was too flat,
she sat on the cat.

The cat ran away
with Maria on her back.

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Chloe, age 13, Canada

11 August 2014 at 9:39pm

The best children's poetry comes from BusSongs!

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16 June 2011 at 8:28pm

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