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My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
My palms are sweaty, gripping the sheets.
My heart is too heavy; I can't fall asleep.
I shut my eyes, then open them brave.
There are toys in the closet I must hurry to save!
Barbie and Ken, Rick and Morty and friends,
I promise we will be united by the night's end.
I muster up courage, emerge from under the covers,
Then pop! Out of the closet jumps my older brother.

I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.

It changes colors every day.
I wear it to sleep, I wear it when I play.

It's never too big, it's never too small.
It keeps me from not wearing anything at all.

Sometimes it has crazy symbols and letters on it.
Sometimes it looks so cool everybody wants it.

It changes colors like my mood.
It keeps my body from being nude.

I wear it in blue, yellow, and green,
Sometimes in red when I'm feeling mean.

It keeps me cool, it keeps me warm.
In the shower is the only time it's not worn.

It can be filled with sweat or dirt,
But I'll always love my shirt.

Arrgh! I’m a pirate.
I sail salty seas,

searching for ships,
at the whim of the breeze.

I ride rolling waves
up and down, night and day.

I head for the clouds.
I plunge through the spray.

Me, and my parrot,
every soul I command,

we rise and we fall
until we hit land.

Five little ducklings in a row, oh how neat!
Paddling in the water with their tiny duckling feet.
Close to mother duck they always, always stay,
Just in case some danger or other comes their way.
They're quack-quacking with tiny duckling beaks
That shut only whenever mother speaks.
And sometimes you can see, it's true, I swear,
How ten little feet suddenly go up in the air!
The ducklings go split, splat, quack, quack,
Diving and munching happily on a yummy snack.
Once in a while, when they expect it the least,
They find a piece of bread, and they have a feast!
With their bellies full, well done is the day’s task…
What more could little ducklings ask?
The sun goes down, it's high time now to sleep
Under mother's safe wings on the river so deep,
Because tomorrow there's a brand new day -
For diving and snacking and quack-quacking away!

Super Spring starts off the year
Glistening, shimmering, thundering rain
But warmth comes out, once again.

Sizzling Summer continues the year
Burning, blinding, sweltering sun
So let's have some fun!

Awesome Autumn is back again.
Crunching, sliding, tumbling leaves
Perfect for us, but not for the trees!

Wonderful Winter ends the year
Freezing, falling, beautiful snow
As coldness flows.