Emily Cummings; A Nursery Rhyme

In a world of whimsy, where dreams take flight,

Where stars twinkle softly in the velvet night,

A nursery rhyme weaves its magical tune,

In the land of wonder, beneath the moon.

A little mouse scurries, its tiny paws,

Exploring the meadows, without any pause,

Through fields of green, it dashes and plays,

In this enchanting world, where imagination sways.

A bee hums a melody, buzzing in delight, Collecting nectar, taking joyful flight,

Its wings flutter gently, a delicate song, A harmonious rhythm that lasts all day long.

The moon shines brightly, casting a gentle glow, Casting shadows on the earth below,

A friendly face, beaming in the sky, Guiding us with its light, as the night draws nigh.

A cat with a fiddle, a merry sight to see, Plucking the strings with a joyful glee, Its melody dances, filling the air, Creating a symphony, beyond compare.

A dish and a spoon, a playful pair, Dancing together, with a skip and a flair, They twirl and they spin, in perfect harmony, Their bond unbreakable, for all eternity.

So gather 'round, children, let your spirits soar, In this magical realm, where fantasies roar, Where animals talk and objects come alive, In the land of make-believe, where dreams thrive.

Let your imaginations run wild and free, In this whimsical world, where you can be, Anything you desire, anything you dream, In this enchanting nursery rhyme, let your heart gleam.