Tap Tappa Tap

Rummaging through some old poems again, I found this one, which I found rather sweet.

Tap tappa tap

Music plays

A breeze blows

And he taps his feet

 

Chirpy chirp chirp

She whistles

Dark clouds gather

And birds sing in the bushes

 

Drip, drip, patta patta pat

They laugh and seek refuge

Hair clings

And the rain comes plunging down.

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