perhaps my daughter's favorite book when she was little, was margaret wise brown's "home for a bunny." if i had a nickel for every time i read the lines "down the road and down the road..." to her, i likely could have paid for her college education with it.
"down the road and down the road and down the road he went."
here's the beginning of it-
in the spring a bunny came down the road.
he was going to find a home of his own.
a home for a bunny, a home of his own.
under a rock
under a stone,
under a log,
or under the ground.
where would a bunny find a home?
see i told you that i read this a lot. that was from memory. (-:
actually, i quite loved this little book too.
anyway, it's funny. i was in my hometown overnight last night, and when i was driving back here to my new home here, i was thinking about my son and my daughter, and then my mind was wandering and i found myself reciting this book to myself. outloud in my car.
i suppose other drivers passing me thought i was singing along to the radio or something. but they had no idea, that i am even goofier than that.
down the road and down the road and down the road, i went.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
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