Kids
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright
Kids
It is a place of play on a sunny day. Winter will come and take all the fun, but we'll be back in May. What is it?
Kids
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
