THE LITTLEST ANGEL
There was an angel so tiny and wee. You had to have a magnifying glass to see. Yet this angel was so precious to the Savior. Her heart was only good and pure. All the other angels were envious of The Savior's love. They worked hard, their toils were mighty, laboring above. The Littlest Angel could be heard with the most beautiful voice. Jesus was so proud of his littlest angel, a special choice. She was barely a flower petal size. Performing any duty in her master's skies. The other angels accepted The Littlest Angel, naming her Laura. When all the chores were finished she was singing with a heavenly aura. There was an angel so tiny and wee. You had to have a magnifying glass to see. Yet this angel was so precious to the Savior. Her heart was only good and pure. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Little Bit Of Verse LITTLE MISS MOUSEY'S SEARCH
Little Miss Mousey lived under a cottonwood tree. She yearned to find a husband to share her home under the leafy debris. Carrying a lilypad for a gift, Mr. Green Bullfrog went to Little Miss Mousey. He croaked, "If you are looking for a husband think of me." Little Miss Mousey replied, "No, Mr. Bullfrog your mud house is to wet!" "I haven't developed flippers to swim yet!" "No, You're not the husband, I seek." "A watery home would be too cold and bleak." Mr. Gray Rat brought Little Miss Mousey, a small sack of corn from a grain silo. He squeaked, "Little Miss Mousey, I want to be your beau." Little Miss Mousey said, "No, Mr. Gray Rat, You aren't the husband I would care to marry." "Thank you for your treat but I must tarry." Your house is too dangerous, Mr.Yellow Tomcat lives too close by. I saw him murder the songster, Mr. Black Magpie. Sadly Little Miss Mousey went inside with her gifts for the night. When a knock on her door came ever so light. Little Miss Mousey opened the door; there stood another mouse, Mr. Brown Mousey. He squeaked, "Little Miss Mousey, Will You Marry Me?" "Yes, Little Brown Mousey come into my parlor for pea soup and tea." They were married. In the forest there are many more Little Mouseys to see. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Little Bit Of Verse |
Dance To The Birthday Girl
Tiny feet dance on another birthday! A smile enlightens her parent's eyes. Their child has aged another year today, Their beautiful princess has grown another year! Times Passes In Every Princess's Life
THE LITTLEST UNICORN
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. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 Little Bit Of Verse |