It's Raining....It's Pouring

And oh I wish I was in the bed peacefully snoring. When my girls were smaller they loved nursery rhymes. We spent many hours saying short little poems, singing songs, and endlessly making up little diddys. I miss those days. Today as it looks like Noah might float in at any minute I am reminded of those times. So to my dear daughters I leave this thought:

It's Rain, It;s Pouring

The Old Man is Snoring

He Jumped in Bed

And Bumped His Head

And Couldn't Get Up in the Morning.