Marilyn Singer, Author

Illustrated by: Emily Arnold McCully
Published by: Macmillan Publishing Company
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On the day the twins were born
Dad promised me my very own tent
The snow was falling fat flakes on the river
like feathers from my pillow
when I have a fight with Jon
It was hard to think of sleeping under the stars
with the tricky wind tickling our noses nibbling our ears
But Dad bent his head to the frozen ground "Listen hard,"
he said "and you can hear spring snoring"
So I bent too and listened and heard a tiny
puh puh puh gentle as a baby's breath
"She'll be getting up soon," Dad said
But we tiptoed all the way home
so she wouldn't wake up yet




Copyright © 1992 by Marilyn Singer

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