If I had a boxful of marbles, I’d build a tiny axe Then I’d go to the garden and I’d fill the cracks in the

Creative Writing & Poetry
If I had a boxful of marbles, I’d build a tiny axe Then I’d go to the garden and I’d fill the cracks in the
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And