by Jane Yolen
At the seaside, terns galore,
One tern, one tern, one tern more.
I tern. You tern.
My turn to fly, tern,
Overhead and high, tern,
Underneath and 'bye, tern.
Why, tern, why turn?
Turning terns are all returning,
There upon the shore.
Monday, April 11, 2011
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