I love, love, love The Random House Book of Poetry for Children. I turned to it today because it’s rainy and cold and I wanted something to “chair” me up. (Stephanie used to say “chair” for “cheer” when she was a wee thing.)
I found this:
Isn’t it strange some people make
You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you’re with some other ones,
It’s stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!