Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Three Hearts in a Row

I love one, I love two, I love Three,
the number that should be,
Like a bow in hand with arrow,
Counting one, two, three like lovely sparrow.


Number three is a timid thing,
It cannot dance or fly or sing,
It cannot play in the water spray,
But it always help you find the way,
To learn to count of one to three anyway.

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