I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown