Ms. Whitwell thinks I'm reading
But No...
I'm grooming my champion horse, Bullet,
now he's galloping down the race track at full speed
and....and.....
"Libby, are you done yet?"
"No Ms. Whitwell." I murmur.
Ms. Whitwell thinks I'm reading,
But No...
I'm realizing that I've won lotto, going to the horse stables
and buying a new horse, perfect in every way.
Ms. Whitwell thinks I'm writing,
But No...
I'm thinking about Christmas, how big my presents will be
and what they will be...
I could get a bike or a..
."Libby, hurry up!"