The great old oak holdsArms spread for nesting birds overheadAnd squirrel's retreat.He blesses us with Shade plus, in fall, an orange parade, Acorns mark the beat.Hospitable friendSwinging happy children singing aloftOn ropes and wooden seat.

Little fingersLittle girlCountingThinkingWorkingPlaying Learning.

White ghost of a horseHer name is Boo!Her ears soft pink Her eyes are blue.Like Mr. Ed, She's loyal and true Speaks only when she's spoken to.