The tree I love that sits in the river
By April S
There once was a seed
that was as small as a bead
it was picked up by a bird
then on march third
it landed in the river with a splash
and through the underwater mish and mash
the tree grew
There once was a seed
that was as small as a bead
it was picked up by a bird
then on march third
it landed in the river with a splash
and through the underwater mish and mash
the tree grew