Thursdays with Clyde and Phoebe
Every Thursday for a year,
Clyde's friend Phoebe would appear,
Ready for a day of fun,
In the rain or in the sun.
In the park were many things -
Clyde's favorites were the swings.
"Little push, little push, big push!" he'd cry,
And after the pushes he'd go "So high!"
There was never enough time,
To do all the things Clyde loved so much,
Like sniffing roses, puddle jumping and such.
Fire trucks had the most appeal
So they'd walk (they'd never drive),
To see Tower 1 and Engine 5.
While trusty Sparky's watch prevailed.
Those trucks were big - they were not tiny,
And their wheels were always shiny.
And Clyde would reach up just as planned,
Getting messy as they'd munch.
Back outside for more adventure,
Looking at flowers all around town,
And stepping "Up!" and stepping "Down!"
With their shadows on sunny days.
When shade came, shadows would hide,
And Clyde would say, "Where's Phoebe and Clyde?"
To the library or bookstore.
They would sit and read together,
In sunny or in rainy weather.
The "Oops! Book" and "Froggy Gets Dressed".
But at the bookstore he'd request
"Yummy Yucky" and "No no Yes yes".
After lots of fun and play,
Phoebe had to say "goodbye"
And head back to her home nearby.
As Phoebe smiled and waved her hand,
And Clyde waved back each afternoon,