The story of little Toddy Bright Day
As children, he says, we love to play
Then hide and seek, shall be the game
No slipping and sliding to make us lame
May be in the corn-field or into the hay
Unless at grand-ma’s while there we stay
Or else, like in the park, if there we stray
Says Toddy Bright Day to little Johnny Clay
Talking and laughing, trotting along the way
Suddenly comes the rain, spoiling the day
Around they’ve turned to go back home
In case, on the way, sun hides its face
They feared, of not finding the place
Not a good day, for Toddy and Johnny
The rain’s washing out their day to play
No hiding or seeking says the rain today
Plus lightning and thundering, it rained
That’s the story of Toddy Bright Day
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hug
Kathy
Regis
Ron