Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane
I Still Love Singing Along. Feel Like a Kid Again!
When I was a little girl, my mother used to read out these poems loud to me from a colorful book. I used to imagine everything right before my eyes as if they were real and true - There must be this black sheep somewhere. I would find him one day. And where did these people live? Could I go and meet them? Where could I see the old man and the little boy of my age. He could be my friend too. I could play with him.
And the Black Sheep was very precious for me. More Precious than the glittering diamonds and the gold I have today. The little boy was so lucky to have this Baa Baa Black Sheep. He could get wool whenever he desired. The Black Sheep had never-ending stock of black wool all over him. He shared wool with all his friends. They could spun many warm sweaters.
I wished someone to take me to this Black Sheep. I would befriend him too. And then I would also sing to him like the others do - Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, Have you any wool?
And He would Say To Me: Yes Sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane
And He would love me Too! And would Give me plenty of Wool for the Winters.
I would give all these Wool to my Mother.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
As a kid, I looked up at the night sky and would see the blue sky full of bright - twinkling stars. I felt they were twinkling at me. They were my friends. They were watching over me and smiling at me. One day, I would grow up and reach there.
Once I even made a drawing which showed an Aeroplane travelling in the sky (assumed I was sitting inside) and there were were big stars all around the plane. I showed it to my Arts Teacher. She smiled and added one more Red colored star to it.
Hahahahaha!!! Little did I know no stars can actually be seen from a plane while flying.
At times, I found them looking so beautiful, I wished I could reach so high and pick few of them and keep them next to my bed.
Such is the beauty in the the imagination and innocence of a child.
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