I booked myself into the Y-W-C-AI read to Mojo's class first -- a book we brought with us about a narrow-gauge steam railroad. I read to Cookie's class at the end of the day. I wanted to read "Mr. Pine's Purple House," a book I remember from my own mis-spent childhood. Instead I selected a book from the school's bookshelf: "Is Your Mama a Llama?"
I said, I like it here can I stay?
I like it here can I stay
And do you have a vacancy
For a back-scrubber?
How could I resist?