
| “Boy On A Hill” By Daryl K. Cobb Once upon a time there was a little boy. He lived high on a hill, oh, what a joy! He’d reach his hands in the air and twirl the clouds around. He’d turn them into funny things, he’d turn them into clowns. He’d turn them into puppy dogs that chase around their tails. He’d turn them into kitty cats playing with a pail. He’d turn them into little birds that sing a happy tune. He could turn them into anything. He could turn one into you. He’d swirl them with his left hand and twirl them with his right. He’d even use his feet to make the clouds come out right. He’d make a butterfly and a little bumblebee. He even made a squirrel climbing a tree. |