Happy 4th of July!

Why the sad face, Uncle Sam? Don't you know it's your birthday today? Here's a little poem to turn that frown upside down:

I've got a rocket
in my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence Day!

I hope everyone has a marvelous day with their picnics and pyrotechnics!

1 comment:

  1. I feel so sad for people who have not yet read your blog. Every post puts a smile on my face!