Shannon Brawley-Tremblay Baby Rhymes © westronwynde magazine 2011 isbn-13     978-0- 9732582-4-0 1. It brings me joy, my favourite toy; My purple nubby ball. I hold-on tight, and wait for flight. "Be careful not to fall." 2. Dad rolls me up; I'm tall on top. I bounce upon my sphere. When ½ way there, sometimes I dare To rock 'n roll my rear. 3. Dad bobs me left, he's really deft, He bobs me to the right. I'm rolling down, a fleeting frown, It's just a brief respite. 4. I watch the glass, the sassy lass and ball are quite a sight. I spank the side, another ride. I hope we play all night. 5. It brings me joy, my favourite toy; My piano-xylophone. I press a key, it sounds for me. I listen for the tone. 6. I bang the red, and hit the green, Then tap the blue one twice. Now fist the pink! I pause to blink, Then plunk the purple thrice. 7. It brings me joy, my favourite toy, My bouncy jumperoo. I feel so light, I think I might, Just stand and tug on blue. 8. I have no fear, I pluck his ear, He turns and looks to see. The culprit found, he springs around,  And moons his butt at me. 9. I poke the frog without a log, Then grab the monkey's tail, But toucan bird, I find absurd. That electric song is stale. 10. I'm in my den to play again. It's filled with jolly noise. I crawl around, bright shapes abound. I see my three best toys: 11. My purple orb and bright keyboard, Along with jumperoo. I reach for one, then come undone, Not sure which to choose. 12. Perhaps the two, across the room, They easily enthral. I hesitate, deliberate. I will have them all!