Taddle and dibble, we play in the dirt.
Scouring for rocks – let’s stash them in our shirt!
Rabble and piddle, a quest for worms.
Buckets of water are needed under these dry, dusty terms.
Scabble and fiddle, I’m hungry for a snack.
Off we go to the Fried Worm Shack!
Welcome to the continuation of the YOB Years! Where all you need is a BIG Hug!
Peas Out!
~daddy bookins
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