Another of Fiorella's favorites, by one of her favorite poets, Robert Browning:
Pippa Passes
The year's at the spring,
The day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven--
All's right with the world!
Fio especially enjoys the rhyme pattern: a-b-c-d-a-b-c-d
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