A chicken is a funny bird. It is a palish brown. People sell them at the town. Baby chicks are so cute. Then they grow as tall as your boot. They lay eggs. We eat eggs. The chicks look cute under their wing. That is what they bring. I like chickens.
A slithering, slithering snake. Slithering beside a lake. It is poisonous. Red stripe, and yellow. Could hurt this fellow. When you see this, Run away! Come there another day.
White sheep, black sheep. They don't moo. They don't peep. As fluffy as cotton. As cute as a button. Not very smart. At all. Would be scared. Of a ball. But, They are still very cute.
The moon is like a little boat. Sailing off to sea. It has no sail or rudder. And only one sailor: me. It is made out of lovely pearls. I steer it around the swirls. The stars are swishing fish. Everything is hoverly, Everything is loverly. Goodnight.
The fairies are lovely. With the lily as their queen. Their eyes are very keen. They are rarely seen. They nibble at berries. They sip at dew. And, maybe they might come to you.
The waves grew choppy. The wind blew. As I held close to you. The ship creaked. It broke in half. "Help!" I cried. The wind sighed. Then gathered me up, Like a cup. Then I heared, "Cast off!" Then, I realized, It had been a dream!