That tree is eating the fence, isn't it?
What a great topic, kids' spontaneous poetry.
A favorite from my family: My cousin Dan, about five years old at the time, is with his father and his uncle, his father's and my mother's brother, a big guy with a gruff voice. Dan is babbling along, talking as he likes to do (he's a stand-up comic now). He won't shut up. My uncle booms, "Hey Dan, ever hear of 'Hang it on a nail'?" Dan squeaks back without blinking: "No, but I heard of 'Singin' in the rain'!"
No idea what he was saying. Pure music.
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