Someday while sitting at my table,
I’d love to meet Anne of Green Gables,
Then My Eight Cousins she would meet,
They’re lots of fun and kind and sweet.
But I have cousins by the dozens,
Their chatter sounds like bees a buzzin,
But these eight all have a friend,
They call him Huckleberry Finn.
But Huck has His Dark Materials,
They’re a Trilogy of sorts,
If I told you about it,
It might make you grow warts.
I love to laugh, I love to sing,
Read poems by Rudyard Kipling,
That’s who I am; I’m just a girl,
I welcome you into my world.