Little baby on a bough.
Up so high till she fell down.
She grew wings and flew away.
We hope she’ll do great things someday.
Little baby one a bough.
Up so high till she fell down.
She grew wings and hit the sky.
All we’ll ask is that you try.
Little baby on a bough.
Up so high till she fell down.
She grew wings to trail the moon.
Please don’t grow up too soon.
Little baby on a bough.
Up so high till she fell down.
She grew wings and flew away.
We all hoped that she would stay.
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Chantae Harding
Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.
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