Flappity Bappity Gurrgily juice, runs through my veins for Dr. Seuss.
Flappity Bappity Giggily books, I read for years to astonished looks.
Flappity Bappity where did you go? You live in my heart if you really must know.
I spent many years in a classroom reading Dr. Seuss. (as a teacher, not a student). What joy his words brought to little faces. Although Sam’s green eggs and ham in real life were not so well received. Dr. Seuss’ magical words still bubble up at unexpected moments. The smiles continue.
[Late to the party, my post sat all day. Waiting to publish, the time got away.]