Worked the Craft Boutique and Bake Sale ALL day. I'm sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.
When I was just a little girl, about the age of the one in the picture, my dad taught me a poem I've never forgotten. When I'm really tired, or sleepy, it always come to mind. Tonight was no different! Didn't have time to get a Thought for Sunday, so let me share my little poem, and then I'm going to bed.
I'm sleepy, sleepy, sleepy
I want to go to bed.
Had turkey for my dinner
and lasses on my bread.
My hands are sticky, sticky
My face is dirty too ~~
Here comes momma with the washrag
Boo, Hoo, Hoo.!!!
I can't remember where I put my shoes ten minutes ago, but I can remember a poem I was taught when I was four. Is old age catching up with me or what???
Do you have a childhood poem?
** Sweet Dreams **
Image of little girl from googleimages.com