a children’s poem by Thomas Davis
There was a little mouse that I knew
Who was singing to the big blue sky.
“Say little mouse,” I yelled at him there.
“What do you see? A blue sky pie?”
“No,” said the mouse as he sang his song.
“I only see a cloud and the blue,blue air,
But the cloud is as white as the winter snow,
And a sky so blue is rare.”
fourwindowspress 
Lovely, enjoyed
From the mouths of mice! 🙂
Isn’t the truth, Russ?
I like it a lot–love all your children’s poems.
Children can put us back in touch with the child we not only once were but still are, when we will allow it .
Charming, Thomas. I can just see that little mouse putting the record straight! 🙂