AN: This is somthing I wrote in fourth grade.


Wishes
My wishes is bright and gold,
In my heart she never grows old,
In my hand she is putty,
Molding her into a good buddy,
She is my pride and joy,
She allways has a toy,

Jumping over a small couch wall,
So she can get to a doll,
She loves to play with her ball,
But she isn't allowed in the mall,
She loves to play with me,
Somtimes she will sit on my knee,

She loves to go outside and play in the mud,
When she comes back inside I say "Oh crud!"