Do you speak the way I speak? by Willameena









Do you speak the way I speak?

Willameena

The lark that drinks each morning dew with little hands to play the tune,
The dreary cold of winters day has not yet taken the fun away.
Sing a song for happiness, fits of laughter I do confess. 
Upon your knee is where I sit, the stories from your clever wit. 
You fill my mind with silly things a thousand words to every game.