Wednesday, May 20, 2026

The End

 

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly me.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever

So I think I'll be six now
Forever and ever.


—A.A. Milne

(Video of our granddaughter and her K class reciting this poem).




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