Topic in ‘Children's poetry’ started by Flauta
From the treetop,
his mother called out to him:
"Come on up, my dear squirrel,
it's time for your porridge!"
He climbed the tree nimbly
to the den.
"Eat well and don't delay,
or it will get cold!"
"And after I eat,
will you let me go out again...?"
"No.
No more forest for today, daughter,
we're going to rest."
Flute
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