Over the river and through the woods then over the log, across the bridge, down the valley, over the mountain, under the bar stool, in the suitcase, onto the airplane, lost over seas, into the wind, down the stairs, around the block, then back into bed, I don’t know where to go!
I have no clue.
One thought on “To Grandmother’s house we go!”
Under the bar stool? How dare you.