She flew over these mountains
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Dropped down through the clouds
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And was here!
At my house!
I gave her kisses and kisses and kisses.
We went for a walk and met my Aussie friend…we like to run & play in his front yard. He told me he was moving to Montana. That made me sad. 
Then we went to the river where we saw a family of geese.
They must have been very good parents, because one was always leading and the other following all their little goslings. I guess that’s why Mom has always taught me to always know where she is….or is it the other way around? All I know is that she’s home!
