I wish I may,

I Wish I might,

Find out what is hiding in that box tonight.

That lovely box with its pretty bow,

And fancy paper,

Brings a glow of delight to my eyes.

So big and tall,

Full of promise,

I know that a delicious bone for me must hide.

Oh please say that it is,

Oh please tell me it is true,

That this lovely box,

This unexpected gem of yummy surprise,

Holds a bone for me tonight.

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Grandpa please say that this present is for me

 

A poem by Katherine Breanne Parilli

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