Samantha, Samantha, what can you do?
I can swim a race. Can you?

Samantha, Samantha, what can you do?
I can pick a flower. Can you?

Samantha, Samantha, what can you do?
I can read a book. Can you?

Samantha, Samantha, what can you do?
I can write a story. Can you?

Samantha, Samantha, what can you do?
I can tickle my Daddy. Can you?

(This was part of Samantha’s Language Arts lesson earlier this week. She was re-writing an existing poem that she read earlier in the lesson. I walked in the door for lunch as they were finishing up, which probably had an impact on the end. Now, I’m posting it before Kerri does.)