The dear old sun
Tin is very taken with the moon and stars and now is branching out to include the sun and sky and clouds in his repertoire. When we see the moon, we always recite what my mother taught me, “I see the moon, the moon sees me, god bless the moon and god bless me.” And we sing twinkle twinkle for each star. Today I saw a woman wearing a tee shirt that said:
The sun is always rising every time we open our eyes. I’ll have to include this one in his repertoire as well.