Evil under the Sun

For every evil under the sun

There is a remedy or there is none.

If there be one, seek till you find it;

If there be none, never mind it.

– from Mother Goose

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Sing a Song of Sunshine

Sing a song of sunshine,

A pocket of delight

To last us through the seasons

Of artificial light.

When the winter’s over

And birds begin to sing,

Won’t it be a joy to see

The harbingers of spring?

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I owe the idea of rerhyming Mother Goose to Melody Lowes.

This week’s Travel Theme challenge from Wheresmybackpack: Foliage. Who could resist a challenge involving trees?

To the Moon and Back

There was an old woman tossed in a basket.

Seventeen times as high as the moon;

But where she was going no mortal could tell,

For under her arm she carried a broom.

“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” said I,

“Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?”

“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;

And I’ll be with you by-and-by.”

Mother Goose