In a land far-off in an another world, lived a tiny unicorn in a land of fear, She fit in the palm of the bared hand. Such tiny hoofs and an ivory horn in her forehead, magical tear. Where the tear dropped a magical flower grew in the glassy sand.
All of the older unicorns sought to protect the runt of them all. Knowing she was very special, holding her close to them. She would romp among the beautiful wildflowers by a prismatic waterfall. One day running the littlest unicorn feel in a pit dim.
It was a rabbit trap set by a woodsman and his wife. Coming to check the trap, the woodsman's wife picked up the littlest unicorn, Holding her closely, fingering her mane, the littlest unicorn, feeling much strife. All of the other unicorns watched experiencing great forlorn.
The woodsman's wife gently held the littlest unicorn, petting her mane. Laying her back on the ground, she said, "Little Unicorn go find your family." Gently removing the trap she headed for home in the gentle rain. All the other unicorns gathered their littlest unicorn leaving the woods hastily.
Knowing tomorrow there would be more dangers for the littlest unicorn. They would have to guard very carefully. The littlest unicorn was reprimanded without scorn. For in the land of fear, many sought their rich posterity.
True friends are honest with each other always, In times of trouble or blue. They hold each other close all their days. I am glad I have a true friend like you!
True friends offer with hesitation, Happy to be together and true, Filling each other’s lives with elation. I am so happy to have a friend like you!
True friends never reveal a secret told. They hold each others hand in play. Their love is forever a nugget of gold. I am so happy to have a true friend today.
I'm the apple of mother's eye. She always hugs me in her safe arms tight. We say prayers together, inside she makes me sigh. I'm glad we are together, she is my light.
We color pictures with crayons in colors of every hue. Her cooking is the best, knowing my favorite dish. A shoulder to cry on when I'm blue. The day The Lord gave her to me, fulfilled every wish.
I'm the apple of mother's eye. She always hugs me in her safe arms tight. We say prayers together, inside she makes me sigh. I'm glad we are together, she is my light.
Long ago there was a magical kingdom of fairies. They lived among a wildflower garden of spider lilies. A small house was nestled inside each flower. The integrity of their heart was their greatest power.
Envious sprites tried to destroy their goodness with magic tricks up every sleeve. They concocted destructive creatures to harm and to deceive. The fairies delivered happiness to all the children, granting each wish. Caring healers of all the woodland animals, even the fish.
Woodland sprites bred unhappiness; havoc reigned free. Evil couldn't overcome the good, the fairy's reveille. One day a dangerous enemy, of both kingdoms, moved into the caves in the valley. Three mean trolls, who hated to take a bath of necessity.
Their horrible smell was so nasty; the woodland population hid from sight. Both the sprites and fairies banded together to send the monsters in flight! With their knowledge together, evil turned good. The trolls were scared away. The sprites were changed into peace-loving neighbors, a refreshing sun ray.
They now rule kingdom with much serenity and prosperity. The land is once more two kingdoms, filled with peace and harmony.
Lariat Looper Laura likes to lasso, Any object seen in her sight. Putting on a great rodeo show, She is a real cowgirl giving all delight.
Yearning for a horse to ride someday, She rides on a saddled wooden saw pony. Wearing her designer cowboy boots on display. Lariat Looper Laura is true cowgirl to see.
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BRENDA BASKET BAKER
Brenda Basket Baker has more than delicacies, In her very special basket hidden. Aromatic flowers and fragrances for all she sees. Her bouquet of desserts is always given.
A very special friend to know, Her personality always blooms tall. Her love makes any flower garden grow. She will always be baking for us all.
Buttons for sale red, blue, green, and white, I can’t just buy one for my coat, need more. It will take at least four or five to make right. Soon the north wind will begin to soar.
Buttons for sale, many colors to choose, Brown, black, and purple to name a few. This sale I mustn’t take time to peruse, For soon the cold winter will turn me blue.
Buttons for sale in many sizes to see, They will fit many clothes I wear. I don’t know the correct one for me. My coat needs buttons to repair.
Buttons for sale red, blue, green, and white, I can’t just buy one for my coat, need more. It will take at least four or five to make right. Salesman! Give me at least three or four.
Farmer Dana goes to plow every day. In an air-conditioned cab he loves to stay. Listening to music earning his money to live, With a modern tractor his gift, he can give. His fields are furrowed winter grain to ready, Many watermelons and cantaloupes, vines very sturdy. Vegetables for the table many things to eat, A very special farmer, who sits tall in his tractor seat.
Cookie Chocolate Chipster loves cookies, chocolate chips best. She loves to take a bag of cookies to school to share. At recess sharing her treasure with the rest. She lays each of them on a napkin with such care.
Cookie Chocolate Chipster loves to bake, Each day the children gather for one taste. Many cookies on long pan, she does make, Carefully measuring each ingredient, never in haste.
Strawberry Holly plants strawberries each year.Many rows of the sweet fruit in a a large tier. Each one is checked for blemish and blight. She discards any bad fruit in sight.
Strawberry Holly picks them when just right. She makes jam and jellies to delight, On her homemade biscuits it is very tasty. All the neighbors come to her tea party.
LADYBUG JANIE Ladybug Janie loves painting her ladybugs, Spiders give her a mighty fright. Examining her house for them even under rugs. She wipes away any cobwebs in sight.
Ladybug Janie paints her ladybugs with the prettiest shell, On her canvas are many roses and ladybugs to see. Her paintbrush makes the greatest detail, For all her friends to gaze at happily.