Poetry Pleases: Why?
Why, why, why, asks Helga Lomas? And the finest brains couldn't provide all the answers.
Why is the grass so green?
Why is the sky so blue?
Why have I never had red cheeks like you?
Why are the trees so tall?
Why is the moon so high?
Why are the tears always wet when I cry?
Why is the sea so deep?
Why is the world so round?
Why do I get dizzy on a merry-go-round?
Welwyn and Hatfield U3A
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