This is a poem written by my little first grader, in her second month of school (complete with all lack of silent letters for your reading pleasure):
The Flowers and Pumpkins
Ther’s larkspur, rose, baby’s breth too.
My mom likes ice plants, how about you?
My dad says daisys are such a frigt -
Much to a witch’s deligt.
My sister thinks pansies are great!
I say, c’mon, it’s fall!
Let’s talk about pumpkins, ok, let’s go!
First mom, then sis, then finally Dad says
Pumpkin time! And we get in the car
And drive away.