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.