I wonder
I wonder why the grass is green
And why the wind is never seen?
Who taught the birds to build a nest
And told the trees to take a rest?
O, when the moon is not quite round
Where can the missing bit found?
Who light the stars, when the blow out,
And makes the hightning flash about?
Who paint the rainbow in the sky,
And hangs the fluffy clounds so high?
Why is it now do you suppose,
That Dad won’t tell me if he knows?
Jeannie Kirby
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