In the withered
Blue bell light,
The silvery moon
Calls the night.
In the trees
Snug up tight,
The birds call,
The birds call.
The birds, silvery
In the moon light.
Written by Senta, age 8
In the withered
Blue bell light,
The silvery moon
Calls the night.
In the trees
Snug up tight,
The birds call,
The birds call.
The birds, silvery
In the moon light.
Written by Senta, age 8