Beka the cane farmer
Catie the cane farmer
Emma the cane farmer
sparkly shamrocksTuesday, March 24, 2009
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Catie
Emma
Beka
Nathan
Naomi
A little girl follows me
A careful woman I ought to be
A little girl follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she'll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape her eyes;
What're she sees me do, she tries
Like me, she says, she's going to be,
The little girl who follows me.
She thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see,
The little girl who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I am building for the years to be,
For a little girl follows me.
~Author Unknown~
A little girl follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she'll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape her eyes;
What're she sees me do, she tries
Like me, she says, she's going to be,
The little girl who follows me.
She thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see,
The little girl who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I am building for the years to be,
For a little girl follows me.
~Author Unknown~
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